#the SA one comes out of nowhere and left me sick

[femmesandhoney]

when men feel comfortable spewing misogynistic bullshit like this in their overdramatic childish tantrum over a political loss is a reminder of why more women need to be in politics and government, this is what your electives liken you to, how they mock us.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw: sa (csa?), coercive control, physical and verbal abuse, brief mentions of suicide/self-harm/ED

seeking support, validation, advice

Ten years ago, when I was 14, I was forced into a relationship with a boy I went to high school with. He was very mature for his age and i was very naive, and at the time I was left homeless due to my abusive father, possibly had an eating disorder; and I feel like he completely exploited my situation.

Over the span of six months sexual interactions were very frequent. He would force himself onto me and get violent and verbally abusive if I didn’t respond the way he wanted me to. He would hurt me and I would be too afraid to ask him to stop. I didn’t even know what consent was at the time; i was so afraid and I was completely frozen and always felt sick. I have so many gaps in memory too which I hate.

I wasn’t allowed to have friends and I was forbidden to go out anywhere. He admitted to wanting me to be jealous of him, as well as telling me how jealous i make him feel. He would embarrass me in public and trivialise everything I did. It became easier to just stop liking things.

He verbally and physically abused me multiple times, go through EVERYTHING on my phone, controlled what I wore, isolated me from everyone. Everything I did was always wrong. I had nowhere to go, no one to be with except for him. I had no control over my life. I became suicidal and started self harming which seemed to give him pleasure.

People around me just seemed to ignore everything, no one protected me or questioned anything he did.

He then broke up with me saying “You’re holding me back from my life” and that I “emotionally abused” him. So for years I felt like I was a really awful person. He then started dating one of my friends that he isolated me from as she was “not a nice person”. So this just added another layer of confusion and isolation.

For 10 years I’ve been struggling with unending anxiety, depression, guilt, nightmares, irritability, hypervigilance, social withdrawal, etc. He completely stripped me of all identity, i was nothing for so many years afterwards. He destroyed every friendship I had. And I only recently started to make progress on having confidence and identity as an individual and also accepting that he raped and abused me… but then all of a sudden he started following my mother and my old childhood best friend on Instagram - he also tried following my inactive, private account there too. I felt like my entire being was under threat again. I felt so ill. Just the entitlement he still feels he has over my life… even after all these years?? seriously?!

And I honestly don’t think he will ever understand what he actually did to me. Anytime I try to speak up against him people always defend him as if I’m just being bitter. Why would people choose him over me?

I feel more affected now than i did 10 years ago, and having him still lurking around makes me feel so unsafe and violated. I don’t know what he wants from me??

It just confuses me because we were pretty much the same age so I don’t feel valid in accepting it was csa. And also being so young and in a physically abusive relationship just seems so strange.

I have no one to talk to about this situation, i have no support network, and everyone likes him. ~ This is my first time speaking as I am so tired of being silent. I’m just so confused.

~ Rocky 🎀

Hi Rocky 🎀,

First of all thank you for sharing your story. It takes a lot of bravery and strength to come forward, and please know that we believe and support you.

I'm so sorry about what you've been through. It sounds like your abuser was controlling and manipulative, and I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that. Please know you're not alone. I was in a remarkably similar situation.

It honestly doesn't matter whether or not he remembers what he did because it doesn't change the fact that he still did it, you know? Also I'm really sorry to hear that people have been defending him. Unfortunately there will always be people like this, but that also means that they aren't necessarily on the right side of things. You know the truth better than them.

If you can, blocking him and encouraging your friends and family to do so as well might help, but definitely keep an eye out and consider documenting anything he tries to do to you.

Please know that age gaps are not the only ways that abusers take advantage of their victims. Other factors can definitely play a part as well, such as gender, cultural or religious beliefs, language barriers, immigration status, substance abuse, physical disabilities, intellectual disabilities, economic dependence, geographical isolation, and a lack of a social support network.

I hope I could help. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[rowansparrow]

Tech x Sick!Reader

I’m taking a VERY BRIEF intermission from By Any Other Name to post this!

FYI: this is my first time EVER writing for the Bad Batch so please be gentle with me, but @fat-zygerrian is sick and she’s a Tech Stan so I wrote this for her. 

Holly, beloved, feel better soon! (And thank you for always beta-ing my fics!)

Warnings: Mentions of food poisoning, some dry-heaving, mostly just hurt/comfort with a dash of Crosshair angst.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1.1k

You dry-heaved into the toilet again, your body so spent already that you had nothing left to give. Kriff, it had been years since you felt this ill.

“What can I do?” Tech murmured. “Tell me what I can do.”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft, his fingers cool and soothing against your neck and forehead as he held your hair out of your face. It was the first time you’d ever heard Tech sound so unsure of himself. This wasn’t something he could fix, you just had to ride it out and wait for the food poisoning to pass.

“Water?” You suggested quietly, still hunched over the toilet.

He nodded, jumping to his feet immediately and hurrying to the door. “Oh for the – would you all kindly go away?” He groused, swatting his hands at Wrecker, Echo, and Omega, who were crowding around the refresher door in the already cramped hallway. “She has enough problems without you gawking at her.”

“Hunter’s already getting water.” Omega piped up, sneaking around Tech’s legs and heading into the bathroom. “Are you okay? You look terrible.” She said, patting your back gently.

“We just wanted to check on her!” Wrecker complained, also trying to squeeze his way into the refresher. “How ya doin’ in there? Was it the Mantell Mix? It was fine for me and ‘Mega-.”

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, your head in your hands, a little embarrassed. Kriff, you were supposed to be their medic, now you had all of them worrying over you when they should be focused on finding a way to get Crosshair back.

“Whenever someone would get sick like this on Kamino, we told them to stay hydrated, and get lots of rest!” Omega said, putting one finger in the air in a way that was so endearingly Tech. You managed a small smile.

“Thanks, kiddo. I’ll see about resting if I can actually get up off the floor -.”

“I can pick you up!” Wrecker once again tried to get into the refresher, only to be bodied out of the way by Tech.

“No, it’s crowded enough as is.” He said.

“I’ve got water,” Hunter reported, coming back with a canteen. “Is she any better?”

“Why don’t we go see if we can make one of the racks a little more comfortable for her?” Echo said, trying to guide the boys helpfully away from the door. “Maybe one of the lower ones, might ease her stomach a bit.”

Tech seemed relieved, giving Echo a thankful look before helping shoo everyone else out, Omega trotting along behind them.

“Do you think you can manage to get back to the racks?” Tech asked you, kneeling beside you once again.

“Think so.” You murmured, taking the canteen from him and taking a slow sip. The water helped, and you took his hand, letting him guide you gently up to your feet. You swayed slightly, leaning into him a bit as you found your footing, and he wrapped a steadying arm around your waist, pushing his goggles further up his nose as he led you back to the racks.

Echo, Hunter, Wrecker and Omega were nowhere to be found – you guessed Hunter had probably corralled them all into the cockpit so you could rest – but one of the slender lower racks had been outfitted with the few blankets they had. The Batch had removed them from their own beds, tossing them all onto yours, and Lula was leaning against one of the threadbare pillows, Omega’s Batch doll tucked in beside it.

You smiled, climbing into the rack as Tech tucked the blankets in around you. “You aren’t staying?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“The rack is barely big enough for you.” Tech replied matter-of-factly. “It wouldn’t be very comfortable for you -.”

“I don’t care.” You said, patting the rack gently. Tech hesitated for only a moment, then divested himself of the top half of his armor, settling into the rack beside you and pulling you gently to his chest. You pressed your ear to his chest, listening to his heart beat – you didn’t miss the way it sped up under your touch.

“Talk to me.” You murmured.

“About?”

“Anything. Everything.” You yawned. “Distract me?”

“The Havoc Marauder is a modified Omicron-Class attack shuttle.” Tech began. “Most of the modifications I did myself, but the majority were derived from the Nu-Class attack and transport shuttle used in the Republic Navy during the clone wars.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and listening to his voice.

“Unlike the Republic's LAAT/i gunship, the Nu-class was also equipped with seats for the passengers due to much longer travel times.” Tech explained. “Now, I’ve modified ours to fold up so the racks can slide out beneath them, and it came equipped with two on the upper decking already. Of course, that’s a little tricky now that there are six of us – seven once we get Crosshair back.”

He paused for a moment, and you felt his hands ball up into fists against your back.

“Tech?”

He hesitated. “Nothing. As I was saying -.”

“No, stop. What is it?” You asked, propping yourself up slightly.

His wide brown eyes found yours, the goggles magnifying them before he looked away, towards the ground instead. “Do you think – Do you think we’ll ever be able to get Crosshair back?”

You smiled sadly at Tech, your hand drifting to his cheek. “I hope so.” You murmured. “You miss him, don’t you?”

Tech was quiet again. “He doesn’t like the dark.” He said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I – I’d rigged a nightlight, in his bunk. Small, barely noticeable, angled towards him instead of outward so nobody had to know it was engaged, really.”

He fiddled with his hands. “He looked tired, when we saw him last. Like he wasn’t sleeping well. He gets bad dreams, and he doesn’t like the dark.” He fretted softly. “What if the light went out? I never showed him how to fix it on his own -.”

“Tech,” You soothed, cupping both his cheeks in your hands. “Look at me. We’re going to get him back. I promise.”

Tech frowned. “That is highly doubtful.” He said. “I calculate our odds at being able to successfully get him back as -.”

“Kriff the odds.” You insisted. “He’s your brother, Tech. We’ll find a way. I mean it.”

You lay your head back down against his chest. “We’ll find a way.”

~

[shoichee]

Strawberry Jam

Part 2 of the Pun Fest collection!

Murasakibara x f!Reader

Word count: 3992

Synopsis: The Yōsen’s basketball team is trying to help out a poor manager’s love life.

Note: I went a little too crazy with this;; it is definitely longer than Kise’s prompt (i’m so sorry my bb)

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Everything about Yōsen was grand and lofty, from their buildings, their interiors, their tuition, and even their students… quite literally.

A huge downside of attending there, though, was the location of the campus itself: Akita. The biting winds were extremely harsh and unforgiving, particularly when temperatures dropped below negative numbers as snow continued to pile up even more imposing walls than the famed “Shield of Aegis.” Luckily, as the new manager of Yōsen High’s basketball team, you often got to accompany five towering starter players, where you gladly took advantage of their heights to protect yourself from the harsh weather. 

Still, if you had the choice to either confess to Murasakibara or to stand outside in an Akita blizzard for a few hours, you’d dash to the latter option with no hesitation.

You don’t even know why you fell for the purple-haired giant of all people.

Was it because his intimidating stature contradicted his laid back personality?

Was it because your heart panged for him when you witnessed, from your seat, him giving his all against his match with Seirin, only for him to leak tears of frustration at losing? 

Was it because shortly after, when you joined as a manager to get a head start training for next season (as per Coach Araki’s request), Murasakibara gently ruffled your hair before he went to get his umaibo sticks? 

You wanted to deny those pervasive thoughts that were taunting you recently for falling in love so easily, but you shook your head before you patted your cheeks to figuratively slap those inner gremlins away.

“Chibi-chin?” Murasakibara lazily turned his body at an angle towards your direction. “Did the snow fall on you too?” 

You could feel your cheeks flush even through under your mittened palms. Himuro flashed you a concerned gaze of his own. “I-I-I… sorry! I was just trying to warm my head?... up? uh—” You paused for a bit, trying to salvage your excuse. “T-there’s always so much a beanie and an earmuff could do to keep… warm?”

“Hnn, I guess so,” he said, giving a quick once over to your figure. “You’re so red, chibi-chin. You look like strawberry jam from this yummy bun I ate just now.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro turned to him exasperatedly. “You don’t compare people to food you just ate. It’s not polite.”

“Oh well, Muro-chin.” He walked on further out of the school gates. “See you too, Chibi-chin.”

“Mura-kun, you always call me that,” you pouted. “If you call me that just because I’m shorter than you, then you might as well start calling that to everybody.”

“But you’re Chibi-chin,” he insisted. “Muro-chin is Muro-chin…  Kuro-chin is Kuro-chin… Sa-chin is Sa-chin…” he continued to go off on a mumbling tangent as he chewed on his next pack of biscuit sticks, walking away to finally head for home. You and Himuro were left alone together.

“So, about Atsushi-kun… pardon for me asking but… do you—”

“H-H-Himu-kun, have the other members left home already?” you turned to him, having a premonition of where the conversation was heading to.

He blinked owlishly for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah… Coach didn’t want to risk everyone getting sick and missing out on drill days later.”

“Ah, I’m glad. Although… it’s a bit sad that our 3rd years are leaving so soon—”

“What’s this about 3rd years?” You whipped your head around to see Fukui and Okamura trekking through the soft snow in your direction.

“Fukui-san? Okamura-san? What are you two doing here?”

“Argh, studying in the library stinks,” Fukui groaned, cracking his neck. “Especially when the library’s heater broke earlier. We were all told to just go home.”

“Well, now that you two are here after you interrupted our conversation, let me ask our manager-san again,” Himuro turned to you with a genial smile, but you knew that face hid something truly unpleasant.

“Oh, manager-san,” he slowly started. The 3rd years were silently looking at each other in confusion. “Could it be that you fancy someone romantically?”

It took a few seconds for the question’s implications to heavily sink into everyone’s minds like heavy-duty boots on fresh blankets of snow.

“E-e-e-e-ehhhh??” All three of you screeched out in a dissonance of shouts of disbelief. 

“W-W-what??”

“Himuro, what the hell?”

“N-N-NO GIRL WILL EVER LIKE ME AFTER ALL!...”

“I just had a feeling is all,” Himuro reassured, but if anything, it panicked you even more. “If you didn’t like anyone, then maybe it was just my imagination.”

This was it. You could easily deny everything with a “that’s ridiculous!” or “I would never!” or something of the sorts, but when you were about to rebuke Himuro for being so preposterous out of nowhere, all those words dissipated at the tip of your tongue.

“I… you…” you started, mouth leaden with meekness as 3 pairs of eyes, all shining with anticipation, were on you. “Himuro… you, uh—ugh! You’re right… I guess I do… like someone…”

“HEEEEEEEEEE…!” Okamura bursted into tears again. “Why doesn’t anyone like me?”

“Oi, captain! Just get rid of your chin!” Fukui apathetically glanced at him before patting his back with mocking consolation, and Okamura only sobbed harder in response.

“So who do you like, if you don’t mind me asking?” Himuro gently interrogated further, leaning closer to your face to gauge your expressions. You knew that sly smirk meant that you weren’t going to be able to worm yourself out of this.

Damn it, why is he being so insistent about this?

You sighed. There was no turning back now… 

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“MURASAKIBARA???” everyone clamored around you. Chaos ensued once again when you timidly confessed your deepest secret, and as they all processed the new information in their own ways, you stared at your furred boots, praying for the snow to swallow you up whole and cleanly wipe away all traces of crimson hues from your face.

Okamura really lost it now, going into incoherent despair of never-ending questions of what Murasakibara had that he himself didn’t, while Fukui, for once, was not bullying the poor Yōsen captain but instead standing wide-eyed in shock at you. Himuro had been tilting his head with a finger to his temple, pondering about something that you knew, once again, was not going to turn out to be good news for you.

“Why don’t you confess to hi—”

“A-absolutely not!” At your outburst, Himuro furrowed his brows in utter confusion.

“Why not?”

“Himuro, are you crazy?” Fukui, barely recovering from his stupor, answered for you. “This guy has nothing but food in his brain!”

“Well… Atsushi could be like that most of the time, but—”

“Himu-kun,” you sighed. “Just forget about what I said a-alright?” Hearing them talk about how Murasakibara had nothing in his heart except for his snacks dashed your hopes in your prospective love life. “I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.”

As you walked away from the boys, head down from either the cold or dejection (or perhaps both), they turned to each other with fierce glints in their eyes, almost reminiscent of the serious aura they gave before their Seirin match.

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“Okamura-san? You’re here alone?” You walked up to him before school after surveying that neither Fukui nor Himuro were in the near vicinity. “Well, I guess it’s still a bit too early for anyone to come.”

“Well, uh—” he stammered. “We all decided to individually help you in getting closer to the brat.”

“H-huh?”

“A-as captain, I must be the first one to offer advice from senior to underclass… man?”

You huffed in apprehension but you appreciated that your teammates cared enough to go out of their ways to help you in your love life. But you were afraid of what was in store for you. Very much afraid.

You really weren’t prepared for this unforeseen development.

“Um…”

“Uh, erm…” he stuttered. “R-right! I-if I had a girl who liked me, I’d hope for her to offer me a bento lunch, or maybe a love letter? Or ch-chocolates and a plushie if it was Valentine’s…”

“That… that’s cute and all Okamura-san, but…” you began, flustered. “But this is Mura-kun we’re talking about. He’d only be interested in the lunch and chocolates, but he wouldn’t think too much of a girl giving him free food.”

He instantly teared up, and from an outside perspective, he looked like he was being personally rejected by you.

“I-is that why I’m single?” he sniffed into his sleeve.

“N-no! That’s not it!” you comforted him. “Without a doubt, someone will come to love you one day! Be patient and keep pushing, Okamura-san!”

As you tried to pat his arms in consoling him, a certain looming purple-haired mop overshadowed you both.

“Chibi-chin? What are you doing?” He was munching on a bag of potato chips. “Oh?... Captain?” Both of you jumped out of your skins before leaping apart to provide distance from each other.

“Chibi-chin, I didn’t know you were close to him.”

“Th-that’s not!—” You stammered, but what were you going to say? 

Sorry, the captain and I were just talking about ways to fix my love life? 

Don’t worry, we’re just figuring out ways for me to get close to you? 

Sorry, but he, of all people, was helping me find out a plan to confess to you?

With every excuse you tried to concoct in your mind, your cheeks burned brighter and brighter.

Murasakibara didn’t miss the way you grew timid in his presence again and how you always seem to be so hesitant whenever you spoke with him. He sighed before shoving an non-frozen ice pop to your lips before walking past you.

“Better hurry up, Chibi-chin,” he drawled. “I’ll go look for Muro-chin.” With that he trudged away.

You held the mango-flavored pop in your hands. Wasn’t this his go-to flavor?

“Sorry I wasn’t able to help much,” he moped. He scratched the back of his head while looking at his feet.

“Okamura-san, I’ll be sure to keep your suggestion in mind!”

The warning bell echoed throughout the hallways. “I guess that’s the bell. Well, see you!” You both waved to each other before you went to your respective classes. You made sure to gulp down the pop before you went to your seat.

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“Himu-kun! Just what are you guys planning?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying, (l/n)-san,” he feigned, glancing at you glowering at your desk next to his.

“Mura-kun totally has the wrong idea! He probably has a horrible image of me now, and I’m never gonna make eye contact with him again—”

“Just because he saw you and Okamura together? Atsushi isn’t that dumb.” 

“But we never talked alone together until this morning!” 

You groaned as you opted to faceplant your desk and hoped for a catastrophe to hit Akita and take you out of your misery. At the very least, you hoped that the deities would spare you and fastforward time to the end of the school day, so you can scurry home with no further incident. With your chin still on the desk, you stared at the wall clock; it was still only morning break.

“If you can’t confess to him directly,” Himuro hummed. “Why not use pickup lines? They still get the point across.”

“The only reason why they work for you is because you’re popular yourself. All the girls fawn over you.” You then propped your head against your hand, nodding towards a close group of girls whispering and peeking at your—Himuro’s—desk seatings. “See?”

“They’re always like that, though. That doesn’t mean they’re interested in me like that.” You resisted the urge to groan again.

Himuro turned his attention to the back of the classroom (the action went unnoticed by a brooding you) to see an equally sulking Murasakibara, who had been staring holes at the back of your head ever since the start of class. A silent chuckle escaped his lips and his eyes twinkled with unabashed mischievousness.

“Himu-kun?” you looked out of the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” He turned to you before giving a smile that meant he was up to no good. You were about to question his motives before your mind went blank after he gently tousled your hair. “Don’t sweat about this so much, (l/n)-san.”

“Ah…” That was rather out of nowhere, but you figured he was trying to cheer you up. “T-thanks.” 

At that, you gave Himuro a tiny, genuine smile.

Himuro swore he sensed a drastic spike in hostility directed towards the back of his head.

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The gods must have really hated you, because today just felt like it was crawling by even slower than usual. 

It was barely lunchtime.

There was still a shower of drifting snowflakes outside, so everyone was still cramped up indoors filled with stuffy air of artificial heat.

You didn’t mind it that much; you were going to use the time to head over to the library to check out some books for your literature class. 

“Himu-kun, take care of my stuff until I get back, okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure.”

As soon as you stood up from your desk to leave, you noticed Murasakibara getting up from his own seat to head over towards you guys. In a panic, you made a bolt towards the door and slid it closed. 

Phew. You laid back against the door for a second to regain your composure before you strolled to your destination.

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“Atsushi,” Himuro greeted him.

“Hnnn.” He plopped onto the empty seat directly behind Himuro. 

“You’re making quite a harsh frown.”

“Che, I’m gonna crush you, Muro-chin,” he grumbled, furrowing his brows. Himuro lets out a soft chortle before reaching into his bag.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Atsushi,” he replied. “But would you want some snacks? I brought extra.” His hand pulled out a pack of wafer cookies. Murasakibara immediately perked up.

“I’m gonna eat lots and lots~” he drawled, before taking a handful of cookies and throwing them haphazardly into his mouth.

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“(l/n)-san, I hast found thou.”

“Liu-san?” You turned your attention from the book to said person behind you. You were still idly thumbing the pages.

“I hast something to talk thee about.” 

When you found out a couple of weeks ago about why and how Liu started speaking like that, you honestly didn’t know whether to punch Fukui for pranking the poor 2nd year to speak old-fashioned Japanese or shake hands with said-prankster because that was a golden scheme.

“What is it?”

“Is it true that thou fancy Murasakibara?”

Okay, you’re definitely going to punch Fukui the next time you see him. No one else could’ve told Liu except him.

“H-h-huh? Not you too!” Your fingers halted on the held book.

“If thou like him, why don’t thou grant him dinner?” he inquired, tilting his head slightly.

Well, that’s not a terrible idea but… 

“I would, Liu-san, but I don’t think he’ll see that as a romantic action. Food is food to him.”

“That’s a shame,” he bowed his head. “Sorry that I canst not grant thou much help. I wish thou good luck on thy endeavors.”

“Thank you, Liu-san,” you gave him a smile and a returned bow. “I’ll keep your words in mind.”

He gave a chagrined smile of his own before he left you to your own devices.

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Finally, the dismissal bell echoed throughout campus. You were flouncing around with newfound determination to catch a certain snitch in one of the class-3 rooms. Sure enough, an ash-blonde haired student casually strolled out of his classroom before he bumped into a bloodthirsty you.

“Gah! You?—”

“Yeah, me,” you narrowed your eyes at him. You lowered your voice into a harsh whisper. “You told Liu about this ordeal? Who else did you gossip this to?”

“Ack—no one! I swear! I just told Liu because I figured he had some solid advice! He hasn’t told anyone, I made him swear to keep quiet!” He immediately begged for forgiveness, putting his hands up together in a plea with his head bowed. You sighed. 

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you muttered. “He said to take Mura-kun to dinner, but that just falls into the category of ‘food.’”

“But isn’t there a saying of ‘getting to the stomach to get to their heart?’ It definitely applies to him without a doubt.”

“So what’s your idea, Fukui-kun?” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Let’s get it over with. Everyone has been trying to give me some type of suggestion today and I figured that was your ‘plan’ from the get-go.”

“Alright, let’s walk out of the building to the gate while we talk and while the weather is still manageable.” 

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“I’m sorry, say that again?”

“Why don’t you say some jokes or puns to get a laugh out of him?”

“I know you’re a pranking type of guy, but you can’t be serious right now.”

“What? You wanted to get close to him, right? Friends get each other to crack up.”

“Ugh.” You slapped your mittened hands against your face and leaned your head back to stare at the dreary sky, a perfect portrayal of the inevitable doom you’re going to have to face. 

Gods, please don’t torture me any further like this.

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“Muro-chin? Is that Chibi-chin and Fuki-chin?” Murasakibara stops to stare at the pair.

“Huh, I didn’t know they were still here,” Himuro said, trailing closely behind the titan. 

“He’s bothering Chibi-chin, Muro-chin,” he scowled. “I’m gonna crush him.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro hurriedly interrupted. “We’re already taking a detour to the convenience store to get your umaibo sticks… If we stay here any longer, then we’ll be forced to walk straight home instead because of the weather.”

“Hmph.” Murasakibara reluctantly turned away from you two in favor of a prospect of having boxes of snacks in his arms.

Himuro gazed at the pair before he caught up with Murasakibara. 

He’ll be damned if he can’t get you and Mura to at least see heart to heart with each other.

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“Thanks Fukui-kun, but your suggestion sounds flimsy at best,” you sweatdropped. 

“There’s also the saying of ‘don’t knock it until you try it,’ (l/n)-san,” Fukui retorted. He had a sullen look from having his idea immediately shot down. The two of you continued to walk out of the school gates in awkward silence before you gave in.

“Fine, fine, sheesh,” you sighed. “I’ll… think about it… Happy?”

“Yes!” He whooped and pumped a fist to the air.

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Even though the snow let up today, there was still a frigid chill in the air, especially since it was still the morning, but you willed yourself to wake up earlier to prepare to finally confess and just get it over with before Murasakibara figured something was up. You could tell that he had already been suspicious of your behavior, after all.

Your school bag was beyond bulky to carry, drawing attention from other curious onlookers as you trudged yourself (and your cumbersome bag) to Yōsen.

7 a.m. should be early enough right?

All you have to do is wait until Murasakibara shows up, do your confession, and then book it. 

Easy. Very easy. So easy that even Fukui could do it. Very easy, quick, easy… easy… NOT easy, NOT EASY—

You took an exaggerated inhale to gulp in as much cold air as possible. You couldn’t back out now. Otherwise you’d look like a fool carrying around a big bundle for no reason. 

You glanced at the time. 7:39? Had time passed by so quickly? Why couldn’t the deities do this yesterday?

Before you drown yourself in your pitying thoughts and what-ifs, you noticed your grapehead crush waddling near you, lazily blinking away the last remnants of sleep.

“M-Mura-kun!”

“Ohh? Chibi-chin…” He turned towards you as you rushed to him, eyeing the huge bag on your shoulder. 

“I have something important to tell you!” Okay, here goes… 

He continued to stare down at you, curious to see you fumbling through your bag and muttering “you got this” and “it’s okay” to yourself. He tousled your hair, causing you to still your hand and short-circuit whatever cohesive plans you had in your head for this moment.

“I-i-i-i—what are you doing?”

“Yesterday you said that your head gets cold a lot, Chibi-chin.” Well, that, but he was trying to elicit the same smile you gave to Himuro after he comforted you the same way.

“A-ah, well, it’s not as cold today!... so…”

Ah, he only made you furrow your brows more. Did he make you even more upset?

His hand was still on your head before you gently pried it off. He frowned.

You took a huge breath and exhaled, leaving a warm, puffy trail of translucent mist behind. 

And he thought you looked prettier than usual like that, your hair slightly disheveled from his touch… and your scarf, earmuffs, and hat making you look fuzzy… with a veiled mist framing you like a picture… 

“Mura-kun,” you breathed out, once again letting a hazy cloud escape from your lips. You approached closer, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Hnn?” He really should be paying attention, considering the fact that this was the first time in a while that he got to speak alone with you.

“H-h-here!” you took his sleeve and shoved something soft (and fuzzy too, coincidentally?) into his arms and he gazed down to see a… large, fluffy plushie? He examined the bear with a childish wonder before he noticed a small card attached to it. 

His heart beating uncharacteristically fast, he gingerly opened the card:

Are you a doughnut, because I find you a-dough-able. ♡︎

A boyish smile creeped its way onto his face.

“W-w-wait, and…” you stuttered, already losing confidence. “While I think that you’re already a Mura-snacki-bara… I would still, um, take? you and me? out to eat… together?” At “you and me,” you lamely pointed at Murasakibara and yourself to make it really obvious. You’re cringing at your own ineptitude to be smooth about this.

You then embarrassingly took out a handful of coupons for different stores and fast food restaurants and waved it to his face frantically before you shoved them in his hands.

“And… and… u-u-um—I like you—I like you very much!”

Murasakibara now has the biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, his eyes shining with utter joy. 

“Chibi-chin… you really feel that way about me?”

At his question, you hid your face behind your hands, bracing yourself for rejection.

“Oiiiiii, Chibi-chin,” he whined, bending down to gently pry your hands off your face. He stared intently at your face even as you averted your eyes.

“You’re as red as strawberry jam.”

“H-h-hey!—”

And he kissed you.

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“Told you that Atsushi likes her back.”

“Move, gorilla! Your butt chin is in the way!”

“Thou should'st get rid of thy sideburns too.”

“HEEEEE…! Why is everyone so mean? How are the 1st years getting more attention and popularity than me?...”

“Shut up.”

“Keep silent.”

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“I thought you liked Okamura, Chibi-chin.” 

“Eh?”

You were walking hand in hand with Murasakibara to the nearest convenience store for his daily supplement of umaibo sticks.

“You were huddling up to him and being red the other day.” He turned away, pouting. 

Oh. Ohhhhhh.

“Atsu-kun, you dummy,” you giggled. “The team found out I liked you, so they were trying to help me.”

“Ehhhh?”

“Actually, I—uh, used a combination of all their ideas when confessing to… you.” It was your turn to turn away, your index finger scratching your cheek shyly.

“Hmph, Chibi-chin~” He tugged on your arm, his voice clearly filled with relief. “I’m hungry.”

“Yes, yes, Atsu-kun.”

Maybe having nosy Yōsen team starters wasn’t so bad.

Maybe having the deities being so fickle with your days wasn’t so bad either.

And maybe the weather in Akita wasn’t so bad if you could always cuddle up to Murasakibara’s side from now on.

[sneakyseventeen]

Drunk ♥ Jun

 Member: College! Jun x reader (gender neutral) ft. Bff! Joshua

Genre: Fluff (little bit suggestive but no smut)

Word Count: 2.2K 

↬  Request:  Smth with Jun?? Maybe like him or the reader getting drunk at a party and them confessing?💕

✿ summary: - going to one of Jun’s parties seemed to be a right of passage at your school. After being persuaded by your friend, Joshua, you run into your hopeless crush, the party man himself.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & drinking

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It wasn’t even eight in the evening, and you could already tell tonight was going to be a long one.

After constant pleas and begging from your classmate Joshua, you finally decided to go to one of his friend’s stupid parties. They normally, from what you had heard, were a bit crazy, to say the least. But Joshua insisted they were fun and if anything bad happened he would take you home right away. But the main reason he wanted to drag you along was so you could talk to Jun. He conveniently forgot to mention the last part to you. You had had a major crush on the man for over a year now, and Joshua, yourself included, was getting sick of the two of you not being together. Jun could be odd and a little out there. It was just what you needed to balance your calm and rather shy personality. 

You snapped out of your daydream as you saw Joshua staring at you with a questioning look on his face. His sunglasses dangled from his shirt like his solo cup in his right hand, similar to the clock hands you were staring at above his head. 

Joshua’s shoulder hit yours harshly, nearly knocking you over as you saw a wider than normal smile on his face, as he giggled at his movements. 

“Woah there josh, slow down,” you said carefully, taking the red cup from his hand. You knew he was getting tipsy now, as normally he would protest at your action. 

“We should get going soon,” you said knowingly, “you need to be home, because I know for a fact that you have an exam tomorrow.”

“Hmm.. fineee...” He stopped, pulling your hand in his in another direction, before slurring, “Les’ go find Jun furst.”

Before you could protest, Joshua pulled you downstairs into the main living area. The two of you moved grudgingly through tens of party goers, some dancing, a small group looking like they were experiencing the best moment of their lives, and you had just slipped past a girl yelling at a male around her age.

Before you could think, your eyes caught the man Joshua seemed so desperate to find, as you whipped your vision in the other direction before either of them could notice. Joshua was still moving sluggishly alongside you through hot bodies with you when he stopped, spotting Jun himself. He giggled again, and made another wide smile as he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly.

“God, you’re so tipsy,” you breathed out to him as you rolled your eyes, a delicate pink color coming on your cheeks. Joshua smiled again, but it wasn’t his tipsy smile, it was more like a smirk. But just as you opened your mouth to question his new expression, a finger tapped your shoulder from behind.

You turned around steadily, a slight blush creeping up on your face. Thankfully, the lights were emitting a soft, greenish-blue color, changing every few seconds, now turning an orangery-red. They gave the person who had tapped your shoulder an infatuating glow, as his eyes peered straight into yours, and allowed your flush face to be hidden in the dancing light. Jun looked a little less tidy than normal, but incredible nonetheless. His wine colored hair was a bit ruffled, and his jacket hung off one of his shoulders, hanging onto the other. 

“Hey,” you breathed out, trying to break the tension you could feel rising as you lost track of time staring at him. 

“You look gorgeous tonight,” he admitted. There was a soft glaze over his eyes, that seemed to force you to keep looking at them. You weren’t sure if it was the lights, the alcohol, or if it was simply because you liked him that much. This was the closest you two had gotten since you had met, besides the time you, Joshua, and him had watched a movie together. His scent was light, and smelled of citrus and must, mixed with liquor. 

“Thanks,” you stated, a bit louder than you thought as the music came down a bit. Jun laughed at you as he took your hand. He gave Joshua a look that you couldn't decipher, before the younger man walked off to meet a few friends, leaving the two of you alone, in the large sea of people. 

“It’s too loud in ‘ere,” he whispered in your ear. He glanced behind him at a corner of the frat house near a couch that was empty, raising his eyebrow. 

“Mind if we sit?”

You followed Jun to the couch, sitting next to him as you sighed. You just now realized how much your feet were hurting from your shoes, relieved to let them rest for a moment. Jun was quite calm for being, from what you could tell, super drunk. He was mainly like himself, but seemed relaxed and a bit more flirty than usual. He was laughing a bit more than normal as well, but not as much as Joshua did when he was drunk. 

“You know... I’m glad you finally showed up to one of these,” he started, looking around. 

You faced him, waiting for him to continue as you weren’t sure how to respond.

“I started thinking last year... that I would have muchh more fun if Joshua brought his pretty friend to these parties,” he drawled. He was close to your face now, almost as if he was telling you a secret in your ear. He pulled back, and stared at you with stars in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in the room. 

“I... really?” You questioned, hoping that tomorrow Jun would feel the same, and that it was him rather than the alcohol talking to you. 

“Yeah, isn’t it obvious?? I like you, Y/n.” 

Your face was definitely red now, there was no doubt, but you were too shocked to notice. Jun looked at you with wide eyes, looking like a puppy as he pouted at you.

“You know.. righttt??” He smiled a bit now, raising his eyebrows before laughing softly while turning away.

“But... I... I thought you flirted with everyone?”

“Uhm, not as much as I do with you,” he laughed.

Jun stared at you affectionately as he learned closer to you slowly, his eyes fluttering softly. Before he was able to do what you had been waiting for, he seemed to forget about his right hand, as alcohol spilled onto his shirt, as well as you, soaking the both of you. He shot up quickly, a look of alarm spread on his face before he laughed. 

“Sorry... at least I didn’t get y—” 

He stared at you before apologizing, then smacking himself in the face.

You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head and taking in the humorous scene in front of you. Jun grimaced before glancing at the space in the couch previous between you as he opened his mouth.

Jun looked around with wide eyes, as if he was scared someone were to come out of nowhere at any moment and attack him. You got up gingerly and wrapped a hand around his shirt, tugging it slightly towards you. Jun flashed a smirk before you rolled your eyes, asking, “Which room is yours? You should change.” You glanced behind him at the clock on the wall illuminated by an orange glow. It was nearly midnight. 

“And,” you started strictly, “you should get some sleep.”

His smirk immediately dropped as he looked at you momentarily, like he was trying to find something in your eyes, before sighing.

“Okay, but you have to come with me.” 

“Of course I’m coming with you, yo—” 

“Oh, eager, are we?”

“No dumbass, you’re too drunk for your own good.” 

You smiled slightly before frowning. Maybe this was the alcohol taking. 

“Let’s hope Jihoon doesn’t notice the stain on his couch. He’ll kill me.”

You rolled you eyes as Jun pulled you up the stairs, and into the first room on the left. Inside were two medium sized beds with dark sheets, a small nightstand sitting in the middle of it with a light adoring it. To your left was a beige desk covered in papers, trinkets, and plants. The room was quite tidy, minus the closet space to your right. Pairs of shoes were crammed together on the bottom of the small space, hoodies and shirts hanging messily from the top. 

Jun looked around hazily before turning back to you. 

“Sooo... are you gonna change?”

“...What? Oh, yeah.” He turned from you then skimmed through his closet. He pulled a large black t-shirt from a hanger and started taking off his shirt. You turned away, blushing and trying not to look, but not before you saw his toned form. After a moment you looked back, seeing him in his new, un-stained shirt.

“Here, you can wear this one.” He handed you a white graphic tee, around the same size as the shirt he was wearing. 

You pulled the shirt over yours and shifted as to take off your smaller one under the large one, that smelled just like the man sat behind you.

“Y/n...?”

You turned over your shoulder to see Jun sitting on his bed, a serious look on his face. You noticed the glass on his nightstand was empty, happy that he now had something rather than solely alcohol in his system. He patted the spot next to him softly as you walked over. You sat down and stared up at him, his scent overwhelming your scenes.

You hummed, then he responded airily, “You know I really like you, right? Like seriously?”

“Jun...”

“I’m not drunk okay!” He said, raising his voice before slouching again. 

“I do like you. You know, you can say it back if Josh isn’t lying.” 

“If he wh—”

“He told me. I know you like me as well.”

Oh my god. You were never trusting Joshua with a secret ever again. Your brain was spinning rapidly trying to focus on one thought. How could you respond to that? Why did Josh tell him? How in the hell did Jun...

“...You really like me?”

Jun rolled his eyes and nodded, a small smile on his face. 

“Have I not made it obvious?”

“I just... why? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, Y/n. Every time I see you my chest tightens up. You’re so caring and kind to your friends, and even people you don’t know, or didn’t know. Like me. I didn’t think someone like you would like someone like me. I’m too...”

“Out there?” You said in a small voice, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“Yeah. You’re so... good and sweet and you do well in school and I’m not like you, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

Before you could respond, Jun continued passionately, “And I thought you liked Joshua, anyways.”

“He, he told you I liked you though?” 

Yeah, he did. But it was hard to believe, because he did it right after I confessed my feelings for you...”

Jun placed his hands over yours as he looked at you again, with that charming look of longing that you had fallen for. Your chest was tight, but it was slowly falling soft as you were putting the pieces together. He liked you.

“I like you too.”

The words came from your mouth before you could stop them, tired and dazed from the party scene as if someone else had said them. But you meant it.

Jun smiled softly as he leaned close to you, you could smell his cologne and it engulfed you, pulling you into his parted lips. He kissed you. It was soft and delicate, like you would break if he was too harsh, and it felt like your surroundings were colored and bright. He pulled back slowly, his left hand on your face, holding you like he didn’t want to end the kiss in the first place.

“Would it make you feel better if we talked about this tomorrow? I’m tired.” 

“Yeah...” you replied softly, taken aback still by his lips on yours. “Uhm, I should go get Josh, so he can walk me home...”

Jun grabbed your wrist lightly, staring into your eyes knowingly.

“He’s probably already sleeping downstairs, the party sounds about over.”

You hadn’t noticed before, but now listening for sounds below, it was nearly silent. The clock on Jun’s tidy desk displayed that it was nearly one in the morning, explaining the absence of noise. 

“I can drive you home, or you can stay here.” 

His tone was casual, something you didn’t normally hear from Jun, especially paired with a could-have-been flirtatious sentence. 

“Mingyu is at his girlfriends, you can use his bed...” 

You glanced at the bed next to Jun’s, before a thud caused you to look up at him. He had crashed on the bed and was now out, sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face. You sighed, turning off the light and getting on Mingyu’s bed. 

“Goodnight, Jun.”

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[lo-55]

Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 2

Through a misunderstanding and a poorly read application, Ichigo Kurosaki gets a chance internship at the Chaldeas Security Organization. It changes everything. 

 May. It’s May already, and Ichigo has made it approximately a month and a half without getting himself into some batshit insane situation where he almost dies.

 Then Rukia Kuchiki comes along and all of a sudden he’s not a wizard he’d a fucking Shinigami. Which is cool, and a lot easier if he’s being honest, and the world itself isn’t at stake this time so.

 Cool. Cool cool cool.    

 It does mean that Rukia, stubborn and snappish and almost as brash as he was, will be sleeping in his closet for the foreseeable future.

 At fifteen Ichigo would have flipped out about it. At eighteen he’s spent months at a time bunking down with Mash and whatever other servants there were. Everyone from Asterios to Medusa to Shirou Amakusa Tokisada, crammed together in a tent or settled around campfires.

 So he snatches his sisters pajamas and lends them to her and their life begins.

 And it would be fine, really, he doesn’t mind fighting. He likes fighting by himself than having to rely on the others to do it for him. It eases the bitterness of weakness that’s been festering in his heart for years. So it would be      fine, really    , if it weren’t for the fact that all of these hollows that he’s fighting have started to target his friends, too. They’re not even safe at school.

 Orihime was attacked by her own brother and it makes him sick. How could someone attack their own sister? Even warped and twisted?

 It was worse than Mordred and Artoria. At least they had always had a strained relationship, but Orihime’s brother had      loved    her.

 He sat with her after the fact, his hand on her shoulder while he slept against his leg. Rukia had erased her memory, and his families too. He didn’t like it.

 “Everyone has the right to choose their life. And to remember themselves,” he told her solemnly. “It’s how humans grow and change. It’s how we get stronger. These bonds that we make with other people, and even the ones that we break…”

 Rukie eyed him speculatively. “I never would have pegged you for a philosopher, Ichigo.”

 “I’m not.” But he’s got his ideals, and Ichigo is unbending. War has tempered his spine from bone to steel. Idly, he braids a long strand of Orihime’s hair while Rukia is busy changing Tatsuki’s memories. Maybe it will be easier for them not to remember this, but Ichigo will not take back what he said.

 So many friends have forgotten him, so many have never met him to begin with and only his memories live on of their time together. He really hates this…

 But Rukia is his guide in this case, and there’s nothing he can do for now. “This is how it has to be, Ichigo. There is no other choice,” she says firmly, like it’s an absolute truth.  “This is the life of a shinigami.”

 Ichigo lets Orihime’s hair fall into place and lays her on the floor before he stands and turns to Rukia.

 “      Chacun voit midi à sa porte,”    he says it mostly to himself, but it bewilders Rukia.

 “What?”

 “It’s nothing,” he shakes his head. “Let’s go.

 *

 Ichigo has never been out of the country before he’d signed up for an internship at Chaldea. It was supposed to be two weeks studying with the security organization, and the poster at the bus station by his house hadn’t said anything about mages, or time travel, or masters or servents. Di Vinci tells him later that its spelled so only mages or people with potential to be mages can even see it.

 He shouldn’t have seen it to begin with, totally untrained as he was, but somehow he did. Because he did have magic circuits, even if they weren’t used often or much. So hed loaded onto a plane with a half a dozen other master candidates from all around japan. His dad had agreed, all to easily. And now he stood in a breakroom with Romani and Mash, and Medusa and Cu and Olga Marie all standing around him.

 “I don’t get it,” Medusa says, eying the phantom speculatively. “If she’s dead, how is she here?”

 Ichigo shrugs. “ I have no clue. I’ve always been able to see ghosts but I don’t know anything about them.”

 “H-hey what do you mean by that?” Roman asks, turning towards him. “You can see dead people?!”

 “Well, yeah,” Ichigo sort of shrugs. “That’s not the weirdest thing happening here, ya know.”

 Roman can’t really argue with that.

 “Isn’t it obvious?” Olga Marie crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the two gingers in front of her. Ichigo, sat on a couch, and Roman next to him. They both look at her, clueless until she rolls her eyes in aggravation.

 “It’s just like what happened with Mash. When the bomb exploded and I-” she falters, her yellow eyes darting around before she gets herself under control. “After the explosion, I found the two of them. At the same time Mash formed her contract with him, I must have done something similar. There’s two types of energy,” she goes on. “The energy of the physical world, Mana, and the energy of the soul. Reitsu. Just as Caster, Rider, and Mash are drawing on his Mana as servants, I am now bound to his Reitsu as a soul-based familiar.”

 “Such a thing is unprecedented,” Roman argued, looking somewhere between stunned and frightened. They were all standing on that blade right now. The world had ended and they, a group nowhere near qualified to save it, were now in charge of stopping it.

 “Ah, nae as much as you’d think,” Cu said, his voice lilting and accented. “My teacher, Scáthach, she ‘ad shades an’ such.”

 “The queen of the shadow lands?” Mash clarified, which meant nothing at all to Ichigo. Cu nodded. “It would make sense for her to have such things…”

 “Ah, does that make the director Ichigo’s servant now too?” Roman asked.

 Olga Marie bristled. “I’m no ones servant! I’m still the director here so you better show me proper respect!”

 Ichigo couldn’t help snickering at her. “Man, you’re so full of yourself.”

 “What did you just say?!”

 “Are you dead and deaf? I said you’re full of yourself,” he grabbed her cheek and pulled it until she shrieked and lashed out at him, beating her fists against his chest. Mash did her best to cover her laughter in the background, hands over her mouth.

 “Even still,” Roman stepped between them, carefully extracting Ichigo from Olga Marie’s fury, “This doesn’t explain everything. When someone ray shifts, it’s their spirit that manifests in the location, while their physical body stays in chaldea. So how can two different energies both manifest like that? I don’t understand…”

 Olga Marie puffed her cheeks out. “The answer to that is much more technical. Even though it’s the spirit that is sent back it's still a physical body that a mage has when they interact with the time period around them. It is… a reversal of the third magic, so to speak. The opposite and the twin of Heaven’s Feel, it is your spirit and your soul and your life, but your body is left behind while Ray Shifting.”

 This must have made sense to Roman, but Ichigo was, to put it mildly, completely lost.

 “What’s the third magic, what’s ‘heavens feel’, and what’s ray shifting?” Ichigo asked. Olga Marie face planted, and started cursing his very existence.

 * *

 “I must say, I didn’t expect you to be this good with a sword already,” Rukia admits, watching Ichigo snap the practice sword around, knocking aside each tennis ball she sends shooting at him through the pitching machine.

 Ichigo stands, light on his feet with a sword roughly the size of a claymore. It was heavy and the reach was long but awkward. He’s used to holding broad swords, mimicries of clarent and excalibur while his Saber’s try to beat their lessons between his ears. It feels strange to hold something so long and so heavy. More than that, it feels like something is missing. Like the sword is a couple inches too short, like it doesn’t fit his hands quite right.

 He has to remind himself that it isn’t his sword at all. This power is Rukia’s, not his own. Was this how Mash felt, their whole time together? Borrowing another person’s power to boost your own. It made his skin crawl minutely.

 “I've been in a few fights,” Ichigo says, looking towards her with a shrug of his shoulder. “I’ve got friends who are in the kendo club.” He works mostly off of instinct. He always has, and it hasn’t failed him yet. He blocks each tennis ball, and those he can’t block he dodges swiftly, until Rukia finally calls it a day.

 “You should get some rest while you can,” she advises. “We’ll be out tonight hunting hollows, no doubt, and you still have school work to do, don’t you?”

 “Well yeah, but school feels so unimportant now…” It has since he’d gotten back. What was a test in the face of someone trying to blow up the whole of human history?

 Rukia smacks him hard over the head, until he yelps in offense.

 “Hey!” He rubbed the bump on his head, glaring balefully at the short shinigami. Rukia is, of course, utterly unaffected by it.

 “School is important! You have a life to get back to after I get my powers back, and you need your grades to do it!”

 “Geez, you’re so rough… And fine,  but you’re gonna help me study for friday. You have to take tests too.”

 Rukia looks startled, but she nods all the same, and they walk home together. Ichigo considers telling his dad what’s happening. There’s a strange girl in the house, and Ichigo is putting himself in pretty serious danger lately, but it barely makes a difference if he does. What will Isshin even do? He can not stop them from fighting, and he cannot help them in this fight. He can’t even see spirits.

 These kind of things, he understood, were hereditary. Being a medium, and being a mage both were things that were handed down from parent to child, though they were kept largely separate. Mages dealt in living energy, and usually had little to no spirit energy, and vice versa. He could see spirits, and so could Karin, and even Yuzu could sense their presence from time to time. Yet despite all three children being sensitive to the supernatural, Isshin had no idea.

 Which meant, more likely than not, his mom had been able to see them too.

 She’d never said anything about it, but Ichigo had been so young, where would she even start?

 And now, there was no way for them to find out. Ichigo has questions, but no one has answers.

 “What are you thinking of?”

 He startles, looking down at Rukia. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts, he’d almost missed the house entirely.

 “I was thinking about my mom,” he admitted. “I was wondering if she could see ghosts like me and Karin can.”

 “Your mother?” Rukia repeated. She touched her chin in thought. “I suppose it’s not unheard of. There used to be quite a few humans who could see spirits. Some could even utilize enough reiryoku to actually combat hollows. But those died out some time ago.”

 “Oh yeah?” Ichigo leads her inside. His sisters were out somewhere, and his dad was upstairs in his room, down the hall from Ichigo’s. They jog up the stairs together, Ichigo’s back thumping hard against his back.

 “Yes. They were called Quincy. They could manifest reitsu into weapons to battle hollows with. But unlike shinigami, they didn’t purify the souls. They destroyed them.”

 “Thats kind of fucked up.”

   * * *  

 Ichigo still can’t tell if he’s here as a spirit or as a physical body, but it’s his living energy, his mana, that Mash is feeding off of when they start their first fight with the locals in domremy. They’re only human, so Ichigo fights too, and runs at Mash’s side when they chase the French soldiers back to their fort.

 It’s there that the monsters attack and Ichigo gets his very first look at a saint.

 She’s barely older than he is, fierce and terrible and humble all at once. She leads with utmost confidence and does not falter, even in the face of terrible odds. She’s… weak, for a servant. Far too weak.

 There is something very wrong with france.

 Ichigo is broken from his thoughts by Roman coming over his wrist communicator.

 “All right, fine job everyone! I was watching with sweaty palms and sweets in my hand! The director is tending to other matters right now, so I’m in the command chair again!”

 “Doctor,” Mash began, looking towards his hologram. “Those were the sweets that I got, right?”

 “Huh? What? ls that right? I found them in the Command Room next to the tea, so I thought…”

 “...I got them as a token of gratitude, for when we return from this Order,” Mash was actually starting to look irritated for the first time since they’d met.  “  Needless to say, they weren't for you, but for Senpai, who no doubt fought bravely on the frontlines!”

 “Mash... you've become such a thoughtful person!” Roman smiled proudly at her and, shamelessly, shoved the rest of the candy into his mouth. “I must say, these are some really tasty sweets. I'm sure Ichigo will be thrilled, too!”

Mash turns towards Ichigo, her mouth drawn in a line. “...Master. When we return to Chaldea, please reserve enough combat resources for one attack. I've registered one more enemy that I'd like to hit with the "back of my blade.".” Which was apparently something a shield had.

 “You’re more violent than I thought you were…”

 Then someone was screaming a ‘dragon witch’, and they retreated again, to the forests outside of vaucouleurs. It takes a while to get their bearings, but Ichigo understands. There’s two Jeanne d’arc’s. The saint that stands before them and a witch that is trying to destroy france. That’s what’s causing the world to fall apart here. So that’s who they have to stop. Only…

 She’s about a hundred times stronger than they are, and she has an army of dragons, and dragon themed servants with her. By the end of the second day Ichigo finds himself with a saint, a queen, a musician, a pop star, and a dragon all following him around like puppies.

 At night he finds himself sitting by the fire, with Jeanne, Ruler, sitting across from him. Kiyohime, a princess out of a story he’d read ages ago is curled up on his lap like a cat instead of a dragon. Her horn pokes at his hip irritatingly, and on his other side Mash has fallen asleep as well.

 He should be more worried about the fact that she’s somehow convinced herself that he’d Anchin, considering the fact that she burned him alive in a bell tower, but thus far all she’s really done is hold onto him a little too tight.

 Jeanne is looking at him too. There’s something about her, a charisma that makes Ichigo want to follow her off a cliff. And he probably would, if he wasn’t so damn stubborn himself.

 “Yeah?” he asks, breaking the silence. “What, is there something on my face?”

 “Oh!” Jeanne turns away, shaking her head. Her strange headpiece glints read in the firelight. “No, it’s only that you seem very close to her.”

 “Who, Kiyo? We just met. She’s the one that latched onto me.”

 “No, not her. Mash.”

 Ichigo looks again at the girl sleeping on his other side. She looks older as a demi-servant, someone halfway possessed by a heroic spirit, but her face is the same. She’s still filled with wonder and innocence.

 “Oh yeah. Well, I’ve got two little sisters at home. Mash reminds me of the youngest one. Yuzu. They even have the same hairstyle…”

 “That explains it, then,” Jeanne’s smile is soft. “I’m the youngest. I had three brothes, and my sister as well. I imagine they’re still in Domremy. Although my two oldest brothers came to fight under my flag, so they might be travelling still.”

 Ichigo tried to think of that. Tried to think of letting anyone in his family get even close to a battlefield and found himself shaking his head. “I couldn't do that. I want to protect my sisters. I wouldn’t be able to put them in danger.”

 Jeanne peered at him over the fire, her smile still somehow serene. It must have to do with being a saint.

 “I wished to protect them too, of course. They are my brothers, and war is a bloody, gruesome hell to walk into. But sometimes we must have faith. In the Lord to guide us, and in the people around us to stand at our sides and watch over us.”

 “Didn’t your people, ya know, burn you alive?”

 “Yes,” she allows, tilting her head towards the sky. “But still… I hold them no ill will.”

 Ichigo decides, then and there, that Saints must be insane.

 The first person they lose, the first person he loses in these wars, is Marie Antoinette. She dies to protect him, and the stinging, bitter taste almost makes him claw out his tongue.

   * * * *  

 “Do you know where you are?”

 Soft fingers run through his hair. Something tickles his nose and he’s assaulted by the smell of roses and daffodils.

 “I’m in a dream,” Ichigo says, huffing irritably. His eyes open slowly, and he finds a deceptively soft smile hovering above him. Ichigo would believe it, if he didn’t know him better. As it is, he tugs at a long strand of off-white hair that falls across the man’s shoulder.

 “Ouch. You’re right, this is a dream. However did you guess? I thought it was a rather good one…”

 Ichigo rolls his eyes at the Caster. He can see his staff, wrapped in ribbons, stuck into the earth beside them. This man was always dramatic.

 “There’s nowhere else I would see you, now is there?” He sits up slowly. His companion doesn’t move back, and in a minute they’re hip to hip, facing eachother.

 “Ah, That is true. You never know, I am a rather famous mage. Mayhaps I teleported you here for my own amusement.”

 “That does sound like you,” Ichigo allows. He paused, squinting. “Did you just say ‘mayhaps’?”

 “You don’t like it? I thought it was eloquent.”

 “Stop acting so weird,” Ichigo scolded, knocking their heads together lightly. “It hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen you.”

 “On the contrary, it's been over 4,500 years.”

 “You never change,” Ichigo rolls his eyes, and his visitor smiles, soft and fake.

 “Perhaps I don’t. One of the aspects of immortality is that people tend to stay the same, you know,” he teases.

 “I don’t, but I guess I’ll take your word for it,” Ichigo figures it’s easier than trying to fully puzzle out the man. He’s always been bewildering, ‘beyond human comprehension’ or something. Ichigo isn’t totally human anymore now. He sits, dressed in black next to his companion cloaked in white.

 “I thought you were supposed to disappear from my memory,” Ichigo says abruptly. He’s not sure what kind of explanation he’s looking for.

 A shrug is what he gets. “I told you once. That’s one thing I can never get used to. Perhaps it just didn’t work this time.”

 “Right,” Ichigo says dubiously, “it’s got nothing to do with us being friends. “

 The mage says nothing, but his smile thins at the edges. He’s still on about it then. ‘I can never truly close the gap, and be friends with a human’. It’s bullshit, because they’re friends and ichigo knows it, and so does he. He’s just stubborn and stuck on the idea of being the mysterious wise man figure in Ichigo’s ever evolving life story.

 “Where are we?” Ichigo asks, letting the tension drop for now. The sky is the palest blue and there’s flowers as far as the eye can see, pink and blue and yellow. There’s no horizon any way he looks, and he realizes belatedly that they’re sitting on top of a tower.

 “Isn’t it obvious? We are on the reverse side of the world. Where there is no beginning and no end, this is the very edge of paradise.”

 The air tasted like sunlight and hope, but Ichigo isn’t fooled by the prettiness of it all. He knows this man. Better than he wants to be known, certainly.

 “Maybe someday I’ll save you from this tower,      princess    .”

 “That is quite impossible,” still a  warm hand lands on his, a strange kind of thanks.

 “I’ve done impossible things before.”

 And he would do them again.

 * * * *

 Ichigo was starting to think that everyone here was made of tragedy.

 France was bad enough. Between executions, and curses, and people just doing their best for others, Ichigo is starting to wonder how any fairy tale ever had a happy ending, for the figures of myth certainly had none. Not Jeanne, the Saint of Orleans. Not Elizabeth Batharoy, the wannabe pop star and future vampire. Not Kiyohime, who had followed him all the way back to Chaldea and now was stuck waiting for them to return.

 And now, Euryale, and Asterios were the same. They were hardly the monsters out of legend. They were just people. Just people clinging to each other, like wreckage in a storm.

 Ichigo leans forwards against the railing of the      Golden Hind    , watching the moon dance across the water. They’re pretty screwed, he realizes. Heracles has to be killed twelve times for them to succeed, and they’d almost all been killed on just the first try.   They’d only escaped because a labyrinth had sprung up out of nowhere, glowing green and winding their way to the center of safety.

 The heafy thump of footsteps on ship wood brings his attention to his newest servant. Asterios. He towers over all of them, almost ten feet tall if you counted his horns. He should have been terrifying, all hard muscles and hulking power. His long hair is matted like it’s never been brushed out properly, and his eyes are a red that seemed to glow in the starlight.

 “Hey there,” Ichigo waves at him, and he comes to a halt at his side. He looks at him, and shifts from one foot to the other. There’s manacles on his arms, and his ankles as well. “Why don’t you sit?”

 Asterios did as he was bid. When he was sitting, he still came up to Ichigo’s shoulder.

 “It’s a nice night, huh?” It was peaceful, sailing on the endless sea. They have a lot of fights ahead of them but for now… He breaths in the sea salt air, and the cool darkness.

 “Yes… It is…      free    ,” Asterios speaks slowly, like making words is a chore. Has he ever really spoken to humans, before now?

 “Yeah. I guess it is,” that’s what Francis had said. The seas were freedom for her and her men. The King of Storms, the endless oceans bowed to her and the       Golden Hind    .  “Have you been here long, Asterios?”

 He perks up when he hears his name, looking up at Ichigo with the strangest expression. Ichigo has no idea how to place it. Hope? Happiness? Either way he’s smiling now.

 “No… Want to … stay… with euryale and… everyone.”

 “I get it,” Ichigo nods to him. “It’s nice to hang out with friends.”

 “Friends…”

 “That’s what we are, right?”

 Asterios smiles at him, and nods. “Yes… friends.”

 * * * * *

 “Honestly… I thought you were supposed to be helpful,” Ichigo knocks on his own bodies skull, watching his dopple ganger wince away from him. “But all you’ve done is get my body torn up and cause a mess. You’re screwing up my ‘cool guy’ reputation!”

 “Hey! It’s not my fault, I wouldn’t have jumped in if you weren’t so slow! Those kids would have died if I hadn’t jumped in!”

 “Oh yeah, and you kicking that hollow again, to protect ants, what are you a saint?!” Ichigo yanks him into a headlock, roughly shoving his fist into his hair. It was weird to be fighting with himself, but honestly? Not even remotely the weirdest thing to happen.

 “Get off!” The mod soul tries to kick him in the face, but Ichigo takes him to the ground in a rough grappling hold. He’s not too worried about his shoulder. His body is strong enough to handle being roughed up, and he’s taken worse hits than that.

 “Let me go! I’m not gonna let you kill me but-” His voice wavers before growing vicious with conviction.

 “I’ll never sit by and let another creature die!”

 Ichigo is so surprised he lets go, sitting above the trouble maker. He won’t make eye contact, his voice dropping low and rough. His hands are shaking, Ichigo realizes.

 “Right after I was born, the soul society they- they decided that the mod-souls had to go. The day after I was born I was chosen to die! Everyday I watched them kill off my brethren. And even after I escaped I still lived in fear, everyday that I would be discovered and killed… And I decided. That I was born, so I have the right to live and die freely, and so does everything else! So I won’t kill and I won’t let even ants die!”

 This mod soul. A creature made to fight, made to die, made to kill all without a single choice. Ichigo’s hands tighten into fists. Just like Mash. Just like Fran. Just like Mordred. A living weapon. Ichigo lets him sit up, and sits back on his heels. The mod soul grips his shoulder, grimacing. It must hurt. This is the first time he’s ever felt human sensations. He was fast, fast as the wind.

 “So that’s it…”

 Abruptly, the tip of a cane shoves straight through his skull, and the pill that had started this whole debacle comes popping out the other side. Ichigo reacts, snatching it out of the air before anyone else can. They’re not alone anymore.

 Ichigo finds himself looking up at a pair of grey eyes half hidden under the brim of a striped hat. They’re looking right at him, even though he’s no longer in his body. He knows, with great certainty, that this man is not human.

 “I’ll be taking that back now,” he says, holding his hand out expectantly. He looks almost harmless. Almost. But Ichigo can see the calluses on his hands and the hardness in the back of his eyes. Whoever this is, he’s a fighter. Even with the geta sandals, he hadn’t made a sound when he was approaching.

 “Hell no!” Ichigo clutches the pill tighter and straightens up. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?”

 “He’s just a greedy salesmen,” Rukia comes to stand at his shoulder, her eyes narrowed at the stranger with the unsettling eyes. She'd watched the whole exchange between them, between Ichigo and yet another tragedy.

 “I get it. He’s the one who sells you your supplies here, isn’t he?” Ichigo stands, slowly, keeping his hold on the pill tight. This guy had made a mix up, and if he thought Ichigo was gonna let him take this mod soul away, he had another thing coming.

 “My, my, you’re a perceptive one,” the man pulled a fan out of his sleeve and snapped it open over his mouth. “I’m Kisuke Urahara. And these are my associates.”

 “It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out,” Ichigo said blandly. “She said you're a salesmen, and she has to get her gadgets from somewhere.”

 “Either way, I should take that product back. If it’s compensation you’re after-”

 “I already said no!” Ichigo snapped, anger rolling under his skin like a fire. “People aren’t products and I’m not giving this one back to you!”

 “Ichigo,” Rukia cut in, her voice cool and firm. It's ice on a bruise and Ichigo let's her step before him, her dark eyes on the salesman. “It’s fine. I’m satisfied with this purchase, and you don’t exactly work legally. So whatever happens, it’s not your responsibility anymore.”

 Even though he remains largely impassive, this Kisuke guy still stares at them, trying to read between lines that don’t exist. Ichigo is honest, and Rukia has his back in this case.

 So he and his associates leave, and Ichigo pops the soul back into his body once their gone. He finds brown eyes staring up at him, his mouth open in confusion.

 “You didn’t… send me back?”

 Ichigo knocks his head again. “Don’t be stupid. If you give me a dumb speech like that, how can I sit by while you get smashed up?”

 “I - you’re kinda crazy.”

 “I know,” he had to be. “So, do you have a name?”

 “A name? No, no ones ever given me one of those…”

 “Alright then,” Ichigo tilts his head, thinking. A mod soul, a kaizo konpaku… He could go with Kai. But that sounded too cool. He was wind fast, and if he remembered right the inca wind was called… “Kon. You’re in charge of my body while I fight hollows. You can explore, and try new things, but don’t go destroying property or getting peoples attention. Or hurting my body! Deal?”

 He held out his hand, and Kon reaches up and grasps it.

 “Deal.”

[rzngokukyo]

Plaything

Modern AU Sanemi NSFW

You placed another damp cloth over your hot forehead. Reaching for the thermometer, you heard your phone vibrate, placing the device in your mouth under your tongue. The phone vibrated again, you rolled your eyes and picked it up. Two missed texts.

Sanemi; 12:30 P.M

‘Where’d you go?? Don’t see you with Kanroji or Shinobu.’

Sanemi; 12:35 P.M

‘ Hello?? Earth-to-y/n? You suddenly blind?’

Taking out the thermometer you let a little laugh out. ‘100.9 Degrees’ read the little yellow stick. Sighing, you unlocked your phone and texted the impatient boy back.

‘Left early, got sick and have a fever :(( Why, what’s up?’

You debated sending the last part, knowing he probably wouldn’t admit to missing you but you sent it anyway. Maybe something good happened at school for once and he wanted to talk about it.

Instead of vibrating with the sign of anither text, your phone began to ring. You could tell just from the ringtone who it was.

Groaning you answered, your voice barely audible. ‘What.’

“Just making sure you aren’t lying.” You could barely hear Sanemi with all the background noise, you glanced at your clock quickly and remembered it was lunch time. “After all you’d do anything to get out of your afternoon classes.”

“If you called to Nag me I’m gonna hang up.” You retorted, not exactly in the mood for his attitude.

He clicked his tongue and sighed, “Are you really okay though, My mom is cooking tonight, want me to bring you some soup or something?”

You raised your eyebrow, since when did Sanemi want to take care of you? Yeah you were beat friends but neither of you helped the other when sick. “ Well you know how picky I am with food, depends on the soup.”

“It’s chicken noodle,” he chuckled, “Genya’s home sick also so he’s getting some also.”

Fuckin Genya, he probably got you sick when you went over to their house to help the boys with English homework.

“Sounds good, text me when you’re on the way.”

“Alright , bye bye.”

You sat there dumbfounded. Sanemi. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worrying about your health?? Must be a fever dream.

You rolled over to face your tv, and put on a random channel, hopping you wouldn't fall asleep before Sanemi texted you.

Some time had passed now and you were nodding off just when your phone vibrated. Slowly reaching over, you picked it up to see Sanemi had texted you he was on his way.

'Okay, the door will be unlocked so just come in.'

You groaned as you got out of your comfortable spot and unlocked your apartment door, he wouldn't be here for another 15 minutes but it's better to do it before you forget.

After finally getting comfy again you heard the door open. Tilting your head back on the couch you could see the silver-haired boy fumbling with the lock with a container of soup in his hands. You let out a giggle and slowly got up.

"Don't worry I'll get it." Sanemi turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you supposed to be up walking around?" He looked you up and down taking in your appearance. You knew how messy your hair probably looked, you had an oversized t-shirt on and shorts that he couldn't see. "I see the fashion police haven't made their rounds yet."

"I will," your sentence interrupted by a coughing fit.

Sanemi laughed and turned to around, pushing you back to your couch. "I'm joking, now relax while I heat this up."

Oh my god he's gone mother mode on you.

The boy knew his was around your apartment as it was your usual hangout spot or a place he came when he needed some space from his family.

You watched him pour the soup into a pot he got from a cupboard and he set the stove timer.

"Just give it 3 or 4 minutes, do you need anything else? Gatorade, Water? An ice-pack maybe?"

" What has gotten into you?" You turned your body so you could fully face him. " You've never done this before with me when I was sick, are you trying to butter me up for a favor?"

"Nothing is wrong with me first of all," he clicked his tongue. "I only brought you something to eat cause we were having soup anyway and while I'm here I might as well make sure you have everything."

'Sure Nemi' you thought, but you just shrugged in response.

"If you want to help can you get me another blanket from my room? Should be on the shelf in the closet."

He sighed and went down the hall to your room.

You waited, and waited, waited some more when suddenly the stove timer went off. For some reason Sanemi hasn't come out yet so you took matters into your own hands and poured the soup in a bowl yourself.

You sipped slowly on the hot broth, blowing once in a while to cool it down. Sanemi finally came out and looked oddly excited. You didn't say anything though, figuring he saw something on his phone that held him up.

After finishing your soup you placed the bowl on the table in front if you, grabbing the blanket Sanemi got and wrapped it around your shoulders. You were now a shivering mess despite having two blankets covering you.

"Is the air on?" You managed to say, teeth chattering making it hard to speak.

" No why, you want it on?"

"Hell no I'm dying of hypothermia over here!"

He laughed and sat beside you on the couch. Out of nowhere he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. If your fever didn't have your face red already then you for sure looked like an apple now.

"W-what are you doing?"

Sanemi placed his free hand under your chin and tilted your face towards him. " I'm going to warm you up."

Absolutely bewildered you couldn't respond. Next thing you know his lips were on your neck, trailing soft kisses all around the side. Your mind couldn't even process a single thought right now. Should you let him continue? Do you push him away.

Before you could say anything he picked you up.

You let out a soft surprised yelp and watched as he took you to your room, laying you gently on your bed.

Finally making up your mind you looked him dead in the eyes. " Listen I don't care what we so next but you are not kissing me, I will not be responsible if you get sick."

He let out a hearty laugh before placing both arms on the sides of your head. " Fine by me, I had something else in store anyway."

" Huh?"

Before you could even ask what the hell he meant he turned you on your side, your back now facing him, you could hear him fumbling with something. It sounded like the dresser next to your bed.

WAIT. That's where you kept your 'toys' . This smug bastard spent so much time in your room because he went through your drawers!

But how could you be mad right now? You could feel yourself getting wet and started to sweat a little.

Sanemi let out a satisfied grunt and finally pressed his chest against your back. One arm snuck under you and around your waist, the other trailed fingers down your right leg. You could feel one of your vibrators being held in his hand as he traced it down your skin.

Letting out a shaky breath, he lifted the bottom of your shirt up, revealing a bit of your stomach and shorts.

You could practically see the smirk that was on his face right now as he hooked his index finger around the hem of your bottoms, catching both your shorts and panties around it. In one fell swoop they were pulled down to your knees.

You closed your eyes, unsure of what his next move would be. He planted a kiss on the back if you neck before turning on your vibrator. You lifted your leg up slightly to give him more access as he placed the humming toy on your clit, just holding it there.

You gasped lowly and slightly bucked your hips forward, wanting more.

Sanemi chuckled softly and began moving it in circles , letting your hips take charge of the pace. He followed your movements and whispered sweet things into your ear. 

You let your left hand grab hold of the arm he has under your waist while the other hand reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair. Your fingers tugged and pulled at his silver locks, earning soft grunts from him.

Your hips starting moving quicker and sloppier as you felt a warm sensation in your core. Your orgasm was coming fast but you were so engrossed on feeling good you couldn't even tell Sanemi.

Suddenly he stopped, he pulled the vibrator away from you and turned it off. You whined, hating the loss of contact and the cold air that hit your bud.

Sanemi placed another kiss on your neck before plunging two of his fingers into you. Your eyes widened as you arched your back and let out a loud moan. He pumped his fingers in and out at an inhuman pace, your hips couldn't even buck into them at this rate.

His thumb glided over your clit, teasing you.

"Please Sa-Sanemi I'm so close." You whimpered, pleading with him to push you over. A knot began to form in your stomach as you felt your orgasm closing in once again, hoping this time he would let you release.

Without even responding he began to rub slow but hard circled on your clit, his rough skin on his hands adding a whole new layer of pleasure.

Tugging at his hair even harder now, you arched your back once again, eyes rolling back as your orgasm came over you. Waves on intense heat and pleasure crashed throughout your body but Sanemi still hasn't stopped.

The arm snaked around you pulled you in as close as possible as he nibble on the top of your ear.

You could feel yourself tightening around his fingers as your climax ended. He didn't pull out until your body calmed down.

After licking your juices off his fingers he kisses your cheek.

"All warmed up now right?"

You couldn't respond, head still in the clouds after what just happened.

"Good, as soon as you feel better I plan to take you properly." He laughed as your face flushed again, now wrapping both arms around you. "Hope it's also not too late to tell you how I feel."

You laughed shakily. "Never."

You turned your head slightly and planted a sloppy kiss on his chin before falling asleep in his arms, anticipating the day this cold goes away.

[call-me-rei]

Chapter 32

“I’m scared to get close, and I hate being alone.”

---

Vic didn’t go to music appreciation on Tuesday after our...talk. I couldn’t blame him; I wouldn’t want to be around me either.

That’s why I avoided him on Wednesday. If I noticed him down the hall I went in a different direction. I was glad we didn’t have any classes together on B days because I probably would have skipped them.

But today was Thursday and Vic and I had two periods together. Two periods that I wasn’t sure I wanted to go to. I wanted to call in sick or just hang out somewhere else until lunch, but my anxiety kept telling me that I’d missed a week of school and I couldn’t afford to miss any more. So I convinced myself to sit in my government class and ignore the obsessive thoughts in my head.

Lucky for me Vic didn’t show up to government.

By the time lunch rolled around I was getting the slightest bit worried. I hadn’t seen Vic all day. His brother was at school with Jaime and Tony, but Vic was nowhere to be found. Part of me wanted to talk to them and ask where he was, but they were still intimidating even after all this time.

I walked with my friends to the back courtyard for lunch. We figured a change of scenery was needed for all of us after all of the events of the week, even if that change was going outside to eat cafeteria food.

We sat down at a table and discussed weekend plans. None of us had any so Ashley suggested following her along to a concert. She wanted to get the chance to photograph bands and this was a way to start.

We were talking logistics and money when I saw Kortney’s eyes widen. She scooted away from Savannah and made room at the circular table we were sitting at. She tapped on Sav’s shoulder and pointed behind her. Sav turned to look and scooted down as well.

I looked at them with a raised eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Before I could turn to look at what had gotten Kortney’s attention, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at the culprit, my breath hitching slightly. He smiled widely at me before asking if he could join us. None of us knew what to say so we didn’t say anything. He took that as a cue to sit right next to me in the space that Sav had left. His two friends followed suit, sitting next to Lynn who was on my right and in between Kortney and Ashley.

“So, what are we talking about?” We all looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“Um,” Lynn started. I could tell she was trying to ask a question and not come off as rude.

Savannah didn’t have that problem, so she spoke. “What gives? Why are you sitting with us?”

“Can’t we sit with our friends?”

“I didn’t think we were friends,” Sav answered.

“Vic asked us to.” Mike shot daggers at Tony who only shrugged. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Yeah, but don’t tell them that,” Mike chastised.

“So what should I have said?” Tony asked with attitude.

“Not that,” Mike answered.

I cleared my throat which brought the two boys’ attention away from each other. “Why’d he ask you to sit with us?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Mike sighed. “My brother may have heard some shit about Jacob wanting revenge for Monday, and since he’s been MIA today, he texted saying we should hang around you guys.”

“To protect us?” Jaime nodded. “So we need bodyguards?” Did Jacob really want to hurt me that badly?

“Kinda,” Tony said, answering my spoken and unspoken questions.

“Fuck,” I groaned. This meant that I theoretically couldn’t go anywhere without Vic or one of his friends around. And here I thought that it was intimidating just to ask them where Vic was.

“Aw, c’mon Kellin, we’re not that bad,” Jaime said. I involuntarily rolled my eyes. I noticed that Mike, Jaime, and Tony shared a look. I didn’t ask them about it, but it was weird.

“Speaking of, where is the little man?” Savannah asked. I stared at her with big eyes as I almost choked on my water. She just winked at me with a smirk on her lips.

Mike answered. “Don’t know, but that doesn’t matter.” He reached over and took a fry from my tray. “I heard something about a concert?”

***

Music appreciation was after that weird lunch. We were sitting in class waiting for Ms. Pope to give us instructions for the lesson. We were able to work independently on our projects on Tuesday so many of us were hoping that we could do the same today.

“Remember class, we have our checkpoints next Wednesday and Friday. Today and Monday are your last days to work on this next section with your teammates.”

Ms. Pope gave us permission to work. I looked over and sighed. Vic wasn’t in class again. Maybe I could get out of looking stupid if I went to the nurse and complained about my arm hurting from surgery. I already had the cast so that wouldn’t be an unbelievable statement. I thought about it and decided that would be the best course of action. That was until Ms. Pope gave us the chance to use the practice rooms if we needed a quiet space. I didn’t think twice about it and got up and left the classroom.

I went down the hall with my things. I passed by the taken rooms with kids who were either practicing for band or orchestra or were in my class and had gotten there before me. I continued to walk until I reached the room that I always seemed to find myself in whenever I needed space. There was something, or someone rather, that caught my attention.

I looked through the window of the door and saw him sitting on the piano bench with his guitar against his body. He was staring down at his hands, seemingly frustrated that he couldn’t get the chords right. He bit his lip before writing something down on the page in front of him, then went back to strumming the strings.

You should go in, my mind told me.

No, that’s a dumb idea.

Is it?

Yes! He’s mad at me.

But do you want him to be?

No…

I kept looking at him through the window. He was sighing a lot in between playing chords and writing. What was he writing? What was making him so upset? I didn’t want to make him more upset by going in there, but I also didn’t want to keep staring at him through the window like a creeper.

So I sucked it up and opened the door.

Vic turned around when he heard the click of the doorknob. He didn’t say anything to me, just stared, something he’d been doing a lot more of these days. I couldn’t tell if he was still upset with me or was waiting for me to speak first. I went with the latter.

“What’re you working on?” I asked.

“Nothing much, just had some ideas and I wanted to try them out.” I nodded. “Why are you here?”

I bit my lip out of nervousness. “Ms. Pope is letting us work on our projects. The checkpoint is next week.”

“Right.”

We continued to look at each for a minute or two. I still wasn’t sure if he wanted me there or not. His actions made him seem indifferent, so I kept talking to avoid it being awkward.

“So, uh, how long have you been in here? I thought you weren’t at school today.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t feel like going to government, so I didn’t. I’ve been in here since lunch.”

“Oh.” I nervously scratched the back of my neck. “Listen-”

“Close the door,” he cut me off. I looked at him questionably. Did he want me to leave? “Come in and close the door,” he answered my unasked question with a small sigh. I followed his instructions and stood against the wall when I was done.

We looked at each other again. I didn’t know how to start the conversation I knew we needed to have, but I knew this was the time to do it. The last time we were in this room I said things out of anger and frustration. Now that that feeling was gone and replaced with guilt, I didn’t know if he’d listen like he had the other day.

“Kellin,” Vic started. I was taken away from my thoughts and focused my attention on him. I watched as he bit his lower lip and sighed before he continued. “I’m sorry.”

I tilted my head to the side. “You’re sorry?”

He sighed again. “Yeah. I owe you an explanation for what happened last week.” I nodded.

“Yeah, you do.” He put his guitar down on its stand and turned his body so he was completely facing me.

“I just…I don’t know where to start,” he said hesitantly.

I looked him dead in the eye as I asked, “Why’d you leave that day?”

I knew he knew what day I was referring to. Vic rubbed his hand over his face before speaking. “I like you Kells, I do. It’s just that I don’t know what to do about liking you.”

“What do you mean?”

He breathed out heavily from his nose. “Before you woke up a doctor had come in and said that there was a chance that you weren’t going to. You’d been out for at least forty-eight hours and they were monitoring your vitals and brain activity after your first surgery. You were stable but they didn’t know why you weren’t waking up. Then another twelve hours goes by and there’s still nothing.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I was scared. I didn’t want to watch you die. I didn’t want to have to go down the hall and tell your mom that her son…” He stopped his sentence short to take a shaky breath.

I took some steps closer to him and sat beside him on the piano bench. I put my hand on top of the one he was resting on his lap. Vic looked at our hands for a second, seeming to calm down before he continued.

“Obviously you woke up and everything was okay, but for two and a half days I didn’t know if I’d ever talk to you again.”

“Then why did you stop talking to me?”

He blew out a breath. “I’m conflicted with things and I needed time to figure it all out.”

“Things?” He nodded. I bit my lip, not knowing if I wanted to ask the question that had been on my mind for days. “Vic?” He hummed. “Are you out?”

He licked his lips. “No.”

“Really?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure Mike knows because he’s my brother and all, but I haven’t told him explicitly. My mom may know because mother’s intuition and shit. I know my dad doesn’t know. Not sure if I ever wanna tell him. Tony’s really astute so he may know or at least have a suspicion. Jaime’s kinda all over the place so who knows what he knows. Other than that, you’re the only person who really knows.”

I hummed in response. There wasn’t anything I could say to that. If he was still in the closet then I could only support him until he was ready to come out.

Vic’s confession did raise a question. “So you ignored me for days because you’re not out?”

He sighed. “It’s not that.” He looked down at our hands; mine was still on top of his. He flipped his hand over so our palms were touching, then he locked our fingers.

“After thinking you were dying and watching you wake up, I just wanted to kiss you. Then the doctor walked in and I realized that I didn’t know how I could do that in public without outing myself. I’m not ready for that yet, but I wanna be for you. I wanna be with you.”

I blushed a little. “That’s sweet, but you don’t need to come out for me.”

“It’s just...I just like that you’re you and you’re not hiding who you are. I wish I could do that. I wanna be able to walk down the hall holding your hand and not care about what anyone would say. I wanna kiss you before class and take you out on public dates. I don’t wanna hide.”

Vic started playing with my fingers with his other hand. I could tell it was a nervous reaction. I’d be nervous too if I’d just spilled my guts like that to my crush.

“So you stopped talking to me because you’re in the closet?” I asked. He looked up at me and shook his head.

“I stopped talking to you because I thought you deserved better. You’re unapologetically you and I’m too ashamed to admit who I am. You made this great group of friends here on your first day. Hell, you stood up to me on your first day without caring about the consequences. And as much as I would like to try to deny it, I have to admit that I kinda found it hot.” I blushed and so did he. I had to clear my throat and regain my composure before I spoke.

“That’s sweet, but you don’t get to decide what I deserve. I like you too. Even though you’re an asshole I think you have some adhering qualities.” He chuckled. “But you ignoring me didn’t add to those.”

He sighed. “I know. That’s kinda why I made the playlist. I wanted you to know that I was sorry, and even if you never went on Spotify and listened to it, I at least knew it was out there.”

I nodded. I knew where he was coming from and I couldn’t blame him for trying.

“Are we good?” he asked after we had sat in a comfortable silence.

I nodded with a smile. “Yeah, we’re good. But the next time something like this happens please be honest with me. You can’t say you like me then push me away.”

“I know, and I will. Promise.”

“Thanks,” I said. “And I’m sorry for what I said to you the other day.”

He shook his head to stop me. “You don’t need to apologize. I deserved it for how I treated you.”

“Let’s just say we won’t be stupid again.”

“I can’t promise that, but I can say that I’ll try.”

I smiled and squeezed his hand that was still holding mine. “So, you think I’m hot?” I asked with a cocky grin.

“So hot,” he answered.

We didn’t have much to say after that so we worked on our project. We were supposed to have a minute of the song recorded so Ms. Pope could grade it but recording in the practice room was terrible.

“The acoustics in here suck,” I complained.

“Yeah, they do,” Vic responded. “Wanna go back to my place and make out?”

I blushed. “W-What?” I stuttered. That came out of nowhere.

“I mean, we can go back to my place and record then make out, but as long as making out is part of it.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Sure we can. Class is almost over. We can leave right now. Or we could make out in the back of my car.”

I rolled my eyes. “But it’s December. It’s cold.”

“It’s December in San Diego.”

“You’re also wearing a hoodie and long pants. That’s how I know it’s cold,” I pointed out.

Vic chuckled. “Fair point, but my offer still stands.”

I shook my head and turned back to my notebook that was in front of me. “Keep it in your pants, Fuentes.”

“Are you sure that’s where you want me to put it?”

My eyes widened. “Shut up!”

“Make me,” he challenged.

I bit my lip to keep from saying anything stupid. Although maybe I wanted to take him up on that…

“You know, you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he said, taking my mind off of the dirty things I was thinking.

“And you’re a jerk,” I argued.

“Sorry, but you’re so easy to mess with.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Can we just work on this project before we fail the checkpoint?”

He chuckled. “Sure, but I’m serious about what I said. My dad soundproofed the basement so Mike and I could practice our instruments. Come over today and we can get the recording done.”

“That sounds good,” I said with a nod.

He had a devilish look in his eyes before he spoke again. “But best believe we’re gonna have some fun when we’re done.” The husky tone of his voice made me blush again which caused him to laugh. “It’s so easy!” he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you,” I said with a deep scowl on my face.

He still had a smile playing on his lips. “You wanna?”

I scoffed. “Please, I doubt you could handle me.” I didn’t intend for that to sound suggestive, but I saw lust take over Vic’s eyes after that sentence left my lips.

He looked me up and down while biting his lip. My heart began to beat heavily as I held his gaze. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it up before he spoke. “Challenge accepted.”

[huearmy]

You Won’t Die - I

Summary: Y/N is a witch dealing her on business, caring for her on life in her isolated shack, until during a storm when she saved a man named Seokjin, and moved by all the magic in her heart, she gived him the Bless of a Witch, changing both fates of them.

Pairing: Seokjin x Witch!reader             (Jungkook is her familiar black cat)

Genre: Fantasy. (maybe future smut)

Words: 3564.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None.

gif is not mine

It's a dark day, even if it is about three in the afternoon. The sky is covered with heavy clounds, a terrible storm reaching the valley, and you're still too far from home - your donkey, Cottonfur, is scared of the lightning and thunders, making the trip back even harder. Your cloak and dress are soaked by the torrential rain, and you can not see an inch in front of you, somewhere you hear a tree falling with the weight of the wind. Maybe you'll live enough to get home and drink an warm tea next to the fireplace. Being a young lady, transporting suspicious - illigal - things, a rune-covered dagger strapped to waist, traveling through the dangerous woods was a better option than sleep somewhere in a warm bed till the storm ends. Anything is a better option than the risk of ending burnt in public square. 

Despite the high noises coming from all directions caused by the storm, a stripe cry brought by the wind came to your ears, making your bones freeze a bit more. You felt their despair in your cold skin. Someone near you was in danger. You stop pulling - in vain - your donkey by the reins to think what to do. You are already troubled enough yourself, why would you help a stranger? Well,    you are alway in need of good energies. And  you've heard it from a lot of people before: You are really too good for your own good.

You putted a hand in your donkey’s forehead, making it calm down for a bit. ”We must to help those in need, my friend.”

Said that, you putted your dress skirt in a tight knot and wields your dagger. They must be a traveller, you think, and travellers usually travel by roads - the only exception you know about being yourself. Where is the closest road? You know this valley as the back of your hand, in a second you are running between trees, in minutes you are in the dirty road dodging from a desperate horse. The animal was running in circles and prancing furiously, and could've killed you if you did'nt get of it's way. Hitting the floor with it's feet, the animal came furiously to your direction. Recovering from the shock of almost dying, you put yourself together.

"Calm down buddy..." You said with your hands in the air, trying to grab it's reins. You noticed the fancy cell embroidered with a colorful coat of arms, the design of the White Rose of the noble Kim Family. Trouble to you. "Wheres your horseman?" Calming your own heart to make the animal trust you, and using your most assuring and kind voice, you managed to make que horse calm down, finally grabbing the reins. "Show me where is your horseman." "Help..." A plead voice came behind you in the dark. You turned back but did'nt saw anyone. "Hello...?" You called. A second lasted too long till you got an answer. "Here... Please." You found a man  trapped between the dark mud and a fallen branch of a tree. His handsome features dirty and a trail of blood trickled down his forehead. His eyes were turning back, indicating that soon he would lose consciousness, and no matter how he tried to push off the branch, he did not have the strength to get rid of himself. "I can't die... here..." He said, trying to break free once more, but failing. You ran to him, grabing the branch, wich unfortunally was too slippery with mud and rain. You could not lift it if slipping from your fingers, dropping it on the man would only hurt him more. "I'll release you, don't move." You are stronger than you look like, the issue was be able to grab the branch properly. Thinking of it, the right words came to your mind, from a old book probally, wich you may have read at some point.

Manoj Tenere Kollísei

You concentraited in the spell and in the outcome it must cause, hoping to work without saing it outloud. Well, it did. You lifted the dense and heavy wood branch with much less effort than normal people would - it would take two men to do the same service, you imagined. It did'nt slipp anymore, actually your hands felt like were conected to the wooden superfice, like spiders can climb walls. Once you released the stranger, you stepped forward to his side, checking the wound on his forehead. "Are you ok? I'll help you to get up." "Thank you... Miss." He made eye contact with you for a second. "Hold on". You helped him to get up on his feet, leting him put his  weight on you. "Here... Your arm in my sholders... This way." As he obeyed, instantly he embrace himself in pain with his free hand. He almost fall again, looking more dizzy and pale than before, almost as if he were going to throw up. "I need to go back to my Jisoo...". He tried to walk, but hissed in the first step. "I can't die..." "Hey, you won't die... You... Hey!" In the middle of your sentense he fainted on your arms, almost bringing you to the ground with him. "Hey! God... Cottonfur, I need your help please!".

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Your door slammed soundly as you opened it - banging your back against it -, heavy rain getting in the house with you. The storm had calm down a little bit and now you have the security of your warm home above your head, but your still soaked clothes, your sore and exhausted muscles, and the stranger you were carrying - blooding and unconscious - didn't let you relax. Jungkook is nowhere to be seen - probably hiding from thunders in the closet -, but a pumpkin pie is waiting for you in the countertop, welcoming you. You ignored it. Kind of clumsy you lay the stranger down in the dinner table, he whined in pain but didn't wake up. You took of your cloak and closed the door. "What do I do?" You catch yourself asking outloud, a little bit panicking. His pretty face was contorting in pain and white like Moon Lilys, and his skin was covered in goosebumps. He was freezing, and so did you. "I'll make a tea." You stated, teeth chattering of cold. You put a kettle full of water in the wood burning stove and increased the flames in the fireplace. Choose oolong tea and let it in a mug. While the water did not boil, you began to work on not letting the stranger die in your kitchen. You took of his soaked boots, and with care undressed his upper body - a really nice one. Once his wet clothes were discarded, you covered him with a bear fur blanket of yours. You cleaned the wound in his head, discovering that it was pretty ugly, a deep and swollen cut. "This is a shame... A scar on this face." You felt fond of him, almost overwhelmed by it. You decide to do more for him than just treat his wonds. A Witch's Bless is something rare, it can ruin her life if the blessed one is ungrateful... Your grandma would call you a fool for waste this kide of magic with a man... But your heart said to do it, and even if the heart is deceptive, you really did. "The moon that rules this night is a witness that I, Y/N, mate of fire and earth, bless you. Until seven of your descendants rise, you won't die." You sealed the magic with a soft kiss on between his closed eyelids, and felt energy radiating from you for a moment. Time freezed up as you stated at his now relaxed face and felt the weight of your choice. "His ribs are broken." A male and soft voice came from behind you. Immersed in you thoughts you didn't see your familiar cat, Jungkook, coming. "For Gullveig, Jungkook! You scared me...". A mix of a laugh and a pur came from the black cat as he jumped softly on the table beside you. He eyed you and then the unconscious man for a second. "Two right ribs broken, one left, and a light concussion." He diagnosed using his sixth sense. Nothing can pass through Jungkook and his magic senses. No lies, no hidden intentions, feels, wounds and sickness, secrets... He can see, hear or feel it all. That's how he protect you. "I'll make a cure potion with strength infusion as catalyzer." You declared picking up a small tin cauldron, putting a jasper stone in it's bottom and covering it with water, and then holding it's handle on the hook over the fireplace to let it boil. "Can you get garlic, parsley and cayenne pepper on the dispensary for me?" You crushed the garlic and pepper - without the seeds - in a pestle until they were pasty. When the water boiled, you took out the cauldron from the fire, and added the parsley leaf on the surface, letting it drown by it's own choice. This way Strength Infusion was ready. As it cool up you put the garlic and pepper paste in the infusion, and mixed with a glass spoon. Six times clockwise, and then one counterclockwise to conclude. The cure potion changed it's color seven times, ending in a light shade of gray - and a strong smell you couldn't describe. "That's must be." You told yourself. "I hate this. It stinks. Makes my sensitive nose burn." Jungkook said from the higher shelf in the room, as far as possible from the potion. "Don't be so dramatic." You laugh to him, leaning toward the stranger to apply the medicine. First in his forehead wound, and then in his ribs, taking care to not use too much pressure, to not hurt him more, but also spreading well. Using a little more of magic, you firmly banded his middle. For now you could only wait. "Now you need some rest, Y/N. Put your feet in warm water so you don't get sick, and then come to bed with me." Jungkook said, rubbing his slim body in your legs. You bended to him, petting his ears, lifting him in your arms. "Ok, my lovely friend." He purred gladly, you crushed him against your chest.

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Once in your undergarments and under the covers, properly warm, you let yourself relax, knowing you would sleep all day long. Jungkook laid himself above your shoulder, resting his tiny head in your neck, his fluffy fur tickling your skin. You couldn't handle his cuteness, specially when you were away from him for so many days. Every once in a while you have to travel, to deliver some spell or potion, to do some kind of job, or to search for a specific information and rare stuff. And sometimes is not safe for him to go with you - some vampires who you have business with like cats as dessert. It can be dangerous for you to be seen walking around with a black cat, specially in south, where the inquisition is stronger. So you tell him to protect your home. He hate it, and you know. His will of life is protect you. When you are far away and he can't do anything to keep you safe, is like hell. And when you came back is like heaven. "Y/N, pet me" He sudenly demand. You gladly complied. "Did my Jungkookie miss me? Were you too lonely these days?" You almost baby talk him - his feline eyes, green with serious slits as pupils, meet yours. It could be intimidating if you don't know him better. "Stop it, Y/N. I'm not a baby." A pout can be heard in his voice. "Of course you are! My baby!" You coo, petting him more. If he weren't a fluffy black cat, Jungkook would be blushing for sure. "But seriously... How was you in my absence? Everything went good?" He signed against you. "It was boring. Normal. I hunted birds all alone... Took care of things by myself... Napped in the window waiting for you... Made a pie for you...". Jungkook changed position, this way you could rub his belly, and he could nibble on your fingers. "I saw the pie. The smell was good.". "But you were too busy to try it.". The pout voice again. "I'll eat the whole pie, don't worry.". A silence took over for a minute or two. The rain out side is quieter now, once in a while a ray illuminate the colorful stained glass. You should check the garden next morning, try to save the pumpkins. You focused in the sound of raindrops hitting some pots behind the house and Jungkook's purs. "Y/n?"The cat called in a sleepily whisper. "Hmmm?" You awsered in the same voice. "Who is that man? Where did you find him? And why is he here?" In fact relevant questions, you though. "I not sure, someone from Kim family... I found him on the Old Man's Tree road... I just couldn't let him die, Kookie." "Wow. You carried him for a mile." He coed. "But... Y/n, what will we do with him?" "I don't know yet." "What if his is dangerous?" Another relevant question,you sighed, what if I blessed a danger for me and Jungkook? Jungkook have been your family since you were a little girl, living with you more years than a normal cat. The most happy memory of your childhood is the day your grandma came to you with the fluffy speaking ball called Jeon Jungkook, who looked into your eyes and promised never let you alone,and than nibbled your hand playfully.Your grandma told you that your responsibility of taking care of him was bigger than his in protecting you, because familiars are willing to die for their masters. Your grandmother wasn't a good person, but was a wise one. So the idea of Jungkook getting hurt by consequence of a decision of yours was unacceptable. "We'll know when he wakes up."

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You woke up from your slumber with male voices, and without understand what was happening, got in your feet, dagger in hand. A loud voice caught you by surprise, getting your attention to the man in your kitchen table. "I'm Kim Seokjin, knight and heir of Kim Family... Give me some... Chicken wings!" Jungkook was sitting by his pale face. "Shut up, idiot. I'll give you chicken if you stay quiet...". He hissed. "I need to save the princess you know. Jisoo said... What did she...?" Jungkook was confused. "Who?" You heart sink a little bit a the sound of Jisoo again. She must be important to him, you through to yourself, wanting even more to do everything possible to grant he I'll be ok to go back to her. It made you a little sad too, but you put the feeling to the side. "I'm the most handsome man in the world." The man continued, ignoring Jungkook. "That's what Jisoo said. No she didn't said that." "What?" The cat hissed again, tail uncomfortably moving side to side, ears low. You got closer to the scene. The man still mumbling nonsense. A hand of yours petting Jungkook's back came as a safe place to his confusion. He looked to you, eyes pleading for explanation. How could you don't smile to his dilated round pupils? "He is hallucinating. Don't worry, is just because of fever." You said. "See that his eyes are unfocused? He is also over sweating and too hot.". You checked his temperature and wonds, at same time his beautiful lips keep mumbling "chicken wings." "Oh... That's why he say the truth even contradicting himself." Jungkook concluded, and you just agreed with a nod. Fever is always a thing to fight against. Hallucinations are never a good sign. Just letting him die in the woods would be so much easier. Safer. Take care of him is a spend of energy. He's a noble, at some point his men would be searching for him, and you don't want soldiers finding your shack. But you really are too good for this world - and maybe thinking that some would judge you for helping, calling you naive, make your stubborn head want even more to do so. And as you look fondly to him, saying nonsense to your talking cat, your heart reaffirmed that it was right. Woman like you are rised to live for themselves, to survive in a world that don't understand them, to fight all alone. You never have been helped by someone who didn't wanted something back. So your desire was to be this kind person to him. The universe was whispering to your being It's worth it. "Seokjin?" You called for him, touching the burning skin of his broad shoulder. He said this was his name, so you hoped he would respond to it. Seokjin took a moment to understand where the voice calling him came from, and one more second to focus on your face. He smiled. "Hey beautiful lady. Call me Jin. Beautiful ladies call me Jin." You smiled back to him. "Ok, Jin. Are you thirsty?" He tried to lick his dry lips and nodded. "I'll give you some water." Besides the water you made him drink, you put cold wet cloths to his forehead and neck. To avoid infections you cut a few onions around him - onions absorb impurities of the air, if more people knew... You also applied more medicine to his ribs. And put a pillow below his head. Now he was singing for himself. "Your voice is nice, hyung." Jungkook complimented, with no second thoughts. You couldn't help but think how cute he is to adopt the hallucinating stranger as his hyung already. "Know what else is nice?" For an instant, Jin focused on Jungkook to speak. "My face." And than he started to laugh. A maniac laugh. A funny laugh. His face contour in pain, his broken ribs moving more than it should, but he still looking to you with a dumb smile, as if waiting for you to laugh with him. "Pretty lady... You are too serious, want to listen to a joke?" You didn't had time to answer. "What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Nobody knows." You kind of laugh of it, the joke itself is so bad it's funny, but what makes you like it for real is his weird and loud laugh caring you away with him. Jungkook seems to like it as well. "You have a wonderful laugh, beautiful lady... Do you know how to make holy water?" Actually you know but why spoil his fun? "No." You said. "Boiling the hell off of it." It got a smile of you too. "You are not wrong at all. But laughing is hurting you. You should stop joking for now.". You said noticing his hand in his side and pained expression. "You are too worried, Beautiful Lady. You should marry me." You freezed in your movements, totally caught out of guard. Seokjin was pale and sweating, clearly in pain, talking nonsense, laying still in you kitchen table, and looking in your eyes at saying it. His eyes and silly smirk telling you that marrying him was the obvious solution to all your worries. Delusional. Jungkook accompanied your reaction with curious eyes, paying attention in the scoffed sound that leaved you mouth, your trebling hands and accelerated heart. He never saw you this way before, all red and lost. The cat watched in silence as you leaved  the man talking madness and got a cup of water to yourself. Even if Jungkook didn't have his magic skills of seeing through people, he absolutely knows you better than anyone, and can tell Seokjin's words got to your heart in some way. And it is very surprising. Many times men tried to court you, some in love, others in lust, but you never been interested in or affected by them. You would just be cold and reject them, which sometimes would result in those men bein hostile, using ugly names, and maybe trying forcing themselves to you. In this cases you would knock down the drunk ones and hex the perverts. Now an hallucinating stranger named Seokjin propose to you and you got all worked up. Jungkook don't know if he should be amused or worried. You take a deep breath, questioning the exactly same things in your head. Like... What in seven hells is this shaky heart feeling? Not funny. "Help me mother Hecate..." You wispered, taking a deep breath. You got another cup of water and returned to Seokjin's side on the table, now with a stern look in your face. "Jin." At sound of his name, the man focused on you once more, smile spread. "Drink more water. You'll get better faster if we keep you hydrated." "Better? I feel amazing already!" Jin started laughing again, and than the laugh turned into cough, eyebrows joining in pain. "I'll drink because is you asking, Pretty Lady." Last sip taken, Jin fell asleep almost immediately, replacing the meaningless speech for soft snores. Jungkook sniffed the cup in your hand. "Did you doped it?" "Yeah.” You said, picking his tiny body in your arms. “Lats sleep."

[my-life-is-an-open-book]

To all the boys I’ve loved before (and currently): #6

TW: SA

Dear J,

You graduated a year before I did. We had a lot of mutual friends in our small private collage. I knew of you when we were still in school together but I never really talked to you because we were both in committed relationships around the same time. By the time it was my turn to graduate, we were both single. The first time we started flirting was when you were at the pool party thrown by my roommates and I, to celebrate our upcoming graduation. We flirted heavily during this time, and my roommate liked the idea of us possibly dating. The following day, there was another huge house party to celebrate the upcoming graduating class, and this would be the day that would change my life forever.

I had been to a lot of parties before, but never to one this crazy. There was way too many people, a lot of drinking, a lot of stripping and a whole lot of drama. I spent majority of my time around you at this party. It was four in the morning, I was tired, and I was graduating that same day. I just wanted to go home at this point, but I was waiting for one of my roommates to finish socializing so we could all go home together. You then offered to give me, a ride home and I was still pretty hammered, and the next thing I knew, we were in your apartment’s parking garage hooking up. I wake up the next day still in your car, half naked with you nowhere to be found. I went up to your apartment to wake you up, and you begrudgingly dropped me back to my place. When my roommates greeted me back home, I just told them that I spent the night in your apartment, rather than in the the backseat of your tinted car. I got ready to go to my graduation ceremony, and it was also the final day for me to move out of student housing, and Mother’s Day. Needless to day, I didn’t have enough time to collect my thoughts and reflect on all the events that had happened to me that night.

The following day, you explicitly told me that you weren’t looking for anything serious, and I agreed to those terms. We were friends with benefits for 5 months, but with every passing day, I was quickly falling for you. We had deep talks about our failed previous relationships, childhood traumas, our fears and hopes for the future. We related when it came to work, physical fitness, hobbies and similar sense of humor. We had a lot of fun adventures together. We grabbed dinner often where we would take turns paying, went to conventions and fairs, bars and clubs, and hung out with each others friends. You took care of me when I was sick, and you’d give me the biggest hugs when I was feeling down. We had a lot of playful banter, and I was very comfortable being myself around you. 

Our relationship was very detrimental for my mental and physical health but I didn’t know it at the time. I spent the night at your place almost every night for three months, and we had sex two to three times a night. You’d wake me up in the middle of the night for sex, and even when I was half asleep, you’d still force yourself onto me. Sometimes, I’d fall asleep in the middle of sex, because I was so tired from my 12 hour work days. I was always hesitant but I blame myself for never saying no. I’d let you have your way with me to avoid having the conversation about consent. After you’d finish, you’d turn your back to me and go straight back to sleep, and 2 hours later when my alarm for work would sound off, you’d pursue sex, yet again. Occasionally, I would come over with the mentality of just hanging out as friends, and just to get to know you as a friend without the pressures of sex but end up leaving your apartment in shame because I’d let you use me because sex was your main destresser. In my mind, I was thinking that maybe the more I spent time with you, and the more I let you inside of me, you’d eventually feel the same way as I felt for you.

Throughout our relationship, I really got to know your friends. Some pulled me aside and said they’ve never seen you this happy, and they liked me for you. You never saw that. Our entire relationship was push and pull. As soon as I knew I had feelings for you, I asked you if you wanted to date for real. You were hesitant and said you set a deadline for yourself to come to a decision about us, but ultimately you shot me down and I was distraught. I still kept being your friend which in hindsight was a really stupid idea. 

My birthday came around, and I invited you to go clubbing with me and my friends. At the end of the night, you got belligerently drunk and almost started a fight at the club. You left angrily and that’s when I realized I had left all of my personal belongings with you, so I had no choice but to go on a wild goose chase to track you down to retrieve my items. Eventually, you went back home and that is where I met you to grab my wallet and keys. We talked and you asked me to date you, but this time I was the one that shot you down. We were both still drunk, and the next thing I know, you're kissing my neck and taking off my dress. I shouldn’t have sent my friend back home. I should have gotten my things and left instead of listen to you regret the fact the you shot me down first. Maybe then, I would have less shame in myself for being weak and letting you play with my body and feelings over and over again. I shouldn’t have indulged you in your drunken state.

The reason I say all of this in detail is because you claim to forget what happens when you’re drunk. At this point, I still don’t know if you’re just using alcohol as an excuse to use me without repercussions or if you legitimately have a drinking problem. You have called drunk and put me down for being a stoner, for still living under my mom’s roof and for not being free to hang out when you wanted me by your side. You have called drunk and told me what an amazing person I am and how stupid you are for not taking me seriously. You have called drunk and detailed your adventures barhopping downtown and put yourself in danger by getting behind the wheel. 

I want you to know all the details, so you know how much you’ve hurt me. 

J, I don’t regret a lot of things but you are the only exception. I have lost so much of my self-respect because of my decision to be involved with you. I have spent so many nights crying over you. I believed I was never worthy of love. I have been nothing but a compassionate and empathetic person to you. I've done nothing but put you on a pedestal.

I didn’t accept it until a few months later, that I had been sexually assaulted. You don’t know this, because I never told you. In your eyes, we were merely friends with benefits. How we initially got together should have been a warning sign for how you’d treat me throughout the duration of our relationship, but I was blinded by your reputation of being the all-American boy that all the girls at our college pined for. 

I could only count the fingers on one hand, the people I’ve told the real story to because of all the shame I am harboring within myself. I’m still healing, but my relationship with sex has changed forever.

J, I loved you, but from now on I love myself more to never be treated the same way that you treated me. I loved you, but maybe it was just Stockholm Syndrome.

[imaginepirates]

Kneel and Obey

We could all use a little Beckett in our lives, right? (Seriously, I need to write more of him.) For @itslordnowactually . Beckett manages to capture you, a pirate, and he wants your obedience. There's so much sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. Sex is implied at the end, but there aren't any actual scenes.

@bonjour-frens @tesserphantom @ilikebritsandbands

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           You strained against your bonds. The metal stung and ripped at your skin. You were sure there were already angry welts along your wrists, even if you couldn't see them. They were firmly secured behind you. 

           Pain told you to stop, but fear told you that things would only get worse. If you didn't escape confinement soon, you'd be turned over to the torturous hands of the EITC. You could only imagine what they'd do to you. 

           Beckett. That's who you'd have to survive, and you weren't sure you could. He was rumored to be ruthless and cruel, and he had no great love for pirates. Pictures of white-hot brands and broken bones filled your mind. 

           Finally, you gave up. Your wrists were raw. Your face was a splotchy mess of tears. Even if you did escape, you'd have nowhere to go. You were trapped on a naval ship, just waiting to be handed over to the EITC. There was nothing you could do. 

           When the feel of the ship changed under you, and when the soldiers finally came, you were prepared to put up one hell of a fight. It was your last chance. 

           You tried to run when they unshackled you from the wall of your cell. It was a good effort, but a futile one. You were in the arms of an officer before you'd taken three steps. Hands closed around your arms and torso, and you howled in pain as they put different shackles on your wrists. 

           You were half-dragged, half-wrestled between the two ships. You writhed in their grasp the whole way, causing quite the scene on both decks. Your proudest moment was when they had to walk you between ships. The slab of wood used for the task was narrow, and two men had to let go of you for fear of falling. 

           Once on the other ship, you knew you were doomed. You kicked and screamed your way down to the brig, only to be locked in another cell. It wasn't as bad as the last one, but it was still grimy. You just hoped there wouldn't be as many rats. 

           Footsteps echoed on the stairs shortly after your confinement. There was a wrestling of fabric, a clinking of keys, and a scraping of a door against the floorboards. 

           Standing before you was the most peculiar group. There was a nervous looking guard, accompanied by a man in all brown who looked wickedly unpleasant. His face was leathery and pocked with small scars. The third man was, surprisingly, just around your height. 

           He carried himself with such and air of smug confidence, you assumed he had to be Lord Beckett. He was certainly the best dressed. Everything about him oozed wealth and a sophisticated style. It made you want to vomit, which was high praise considering the smell of the room. 

           He studied you through the bars of your cell. "This one has a bite to her. We shall have to break her in." He smiled to himself, the gesture barely crossing his lips. It was most unpleasant. 

           The door to your cell swung open on creaky hinges and he stepped inside. He inspected you like an insect, disinterest plastered across his face. "I heard you've caused yourself injury," he drawled. 

           "And?" Your voice was hoarse from the screaming you'd done earlier in your struggle against the guards. 

           "We can't have that." He circled around to your back, bending over to inspect your wrists. 

           "Why not? Don't you like seeing your prisoners in pain?"

           "Heavens no. You might be a pirate, but you are also a woman. I'm not a monster." He motioned to a guard who unlocked your shackles. 

           You looked at your wrists. They were raw and ripped open, blood oozing down into your fingers. 

           Beckett stood just next to you, examining the damage with a disgusted grimace. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

           "How generous of you." Your voice dropped with sarcasm. 

           "It is." He stared you in the eye, gaze piercing. "You would do well to remember."

           You were escorted to a well-furnished room with all sorts of curiosities sitting about. There were two desks of a dark, solid wood. The chairs were plush and made with leather. Anyone who had enough money to furnish a ship so well had too much money, in your opinion. 

           Beckett poured himself a glass of brandy and looked questioningly at you. You nodded; you could certainly use a glass. 

           You stepped over to his desk to drink with him, though you did so warily. There were still guards in the room. They weren't close to you, but they were still a threat. 

           Beckett set down his glass. "Let me see your wrists," he instructed. You stuck them out, and he touched them lightly, seeing where they hurt most. He produced a bowl and set it under your arms. With one hand, he held them, making sure not to put any pressure on them, steadying them from the bottom. The other hand held the decanter of brandy, which he tipped over your skin. 

           You hissed and pulled your hands back, torn skin stinging. You wished you had some water to soak them in. Perhaps it would get rid of the current throbbing. 

           "I have to do this," said Beckett. "The alcohol will sterilize things so you don't get an infection. Unless, of course, you already have. I doubt you thought of that while pulling against your restraints." He sounded somewhat annoyed. 

           Admittedly, you hadn't, but you wouldn't tell him that. Besides, a little infection was worth a lifetime of freedom. Still, you stuck your arms back out, tensing in anticipation of the brandy. 

           He repeated his previous process, pouring the liquid over your wrists, having you turn them over, and doing it again. You could've cried, but you weren't about to let him see your tears. 

           After deeming your cuts cleansed, he grabbed bandages and attended to you himself. He did a neat job, and managed not to hurt you in the process. The gentle way with which his fingers moved surprised you. You wondered why he was doing this for you. 

           "I'd like you to have a little faith in me, at least. It will be easier for us both."

           You wondered how many people he said that to. 

           "Now," he began as if speaking to a child, "I'm going to send you back to the brig. I'd appreciate it if you didn't give yourself an infection. Try not to set your wrists against the ground."

           You internally rolled your eyes. He hardly had to explain it to you; it wasn't like you hadn't lived on a filthy ship before. 

           "I'd hate to have to cut the hands off such a pretty thing." 

           You weren't sure he was joking.

           "I'd like to think we can come to some sort of understanding. Our relationship will work better that way. For your sake, you should obey me."

           You made a face. It conveyed the message. 

           "I don't like hurting people. I just have to teach them their place. You'll have a much more pleasant stay aboard my ship if you learn yours. Teaching can be so… messy."

           "What a silver tongue you have," you spat. 

           "What would you do, bite it off?"

           You were surprised by his forwardness. To make such comments already; what a pig. Yet he wasn't looking at you suggestively. He wore a smirk, but he kept eye contact. It was unnerving. At this point, most men would have let their eyes wander. 

           You were taken back to your cell, left to sit alone in the darkness. You hoped Beckett wouldn't come calling again. He made you uncomfortable in a way you hadn't been before. 

           Beckett was posh, wealthy, and had a blatantly obvious superiority complex that made you sick. He wasn't afraid to show any of it off; you wondered why nobody had killed him yet. You had no doubt that other lords hated him. Assassination was always an option. 

           Beckett hadn't visited you again, even after multiple days had passed. Your bandages hadn't been changed, and you were beginning to fear the risk of infection. There were places where blood had seeped through, but they had turned brown. 

           A guard delivered your food. He was the only connection you had with the outside world. He didn't talk, but you knew the approximate times of day when he showed up. 

           You had developed a cough. It wasn't anything serious, you told yourself, but it was certainly annoying. It scratched the back of your throat, making it hard to swallow the stale bread given to you at mealtimes. You wondered if your guard had noticed. If he had, had he told anybody? 

           You made a list of all the things that frightened you most. First and foremost was being hung. That was an inevitability you'd have to face later. The second was developing a painful infection in your wrists. You were afraid to take off the bandages and check in case you really did have an infection. There would be nothing you could do about it, anyway. The third was dying of sickness. Your cough was bad enough that you'd considered asking for more water. 

           You pondered these fears as the door to your cell swung open. Your guard hauled you to your feet, dragging you out of the cell. 

           Were they so tired of feeding you that they were going to kill you right then? Did they have a noose strung up from on of the masts? You thought you had more time. You'd at least wanted a crowd to see that the government was stringing up little girls. 

           Instead, you were taken down the halls leading to Beckett's office and shoved inside. The man himself stared at you from a leather chair much too big for him. 

           The guard left. You were more scared without him; you hated the thought of being left alone with Beckett. 

           "I heard you were sick. I wish they would've told me sooner." He rose from his seat and gestured to a table with a tea tray on it. "Letting you fester in there was unnecessary suffering."

           The tray held more than the regular items used for tea. There was a small vial of something, hopefully medicine, to one side. There were bandages too, which filled you with both relief and apprehension. 

           You sat across from Beckett, nervously looking around the room. You didn't want to make eye contact. 

           "Let me," he said, and picked up one of your wrists. Carefully, he unwrapped the bandage. He cleaned you off with some water, and applied the new gauze. He did this with both hands before setting them back on the table. 

           There was no infection. The cuts were healing up fine on their own; you'd taken his advice and hadn't set your hands on the ground. 

           "Now, I have medication." He had such a soft voice for such a powerful man. "Perhaps you will allow me to give it to you."

           "I can take it myself, thank you."

           "Oh, but I would like to teach you obedience."

           You didn't like how he said it. It wasn't a threat; you wouldn't have been bothered if it was a threat. His eyes were dark with something that wasn't anger. You were all the more scared for it. 

           Lust. 

           Your stomach turned. If that was what the meeting was really about… you preferred not to think of it. 

           "Get on your knees." He said it so casually, but you blanched. 

           "I-I can take it while sitting, you know," you spluttered. 

           "Didn't I say I wanted obedience?"

           He was watching you with those eyes, and you deemed it best to play along. "Don't you know the position that would put me in? I'm not sure I'm ready for that." 

           He waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, we can do that later. However, I don't make it a practice to fuck sick girls."

           How he could possibly be so nonchalant about sex, you didn't know. 

           Beckett didn't seem like the sort of man to be kept waiting. Presumably, the faster you did something, the more he liked you. 

           Your throat hurt. You wanted that medicine. You kneeled. 

           He stepped over to you, getting close so you had to tilt your neck up uncomfortably. 

           "Do you like making people look up at you because you're short, or do you just like your girls submissive?" You challenged. 

           He leaned in so his breath tickled your ear. "Yes," he purred. 

           Oh good Lord. He liked to see people beneath him. He liked to put them in their place. And he likes his girls to obey him. 

           He was eliciting a feeling from you that was not welcome, but not unpleasant.

           He was doing this on purpose. He touched you just enough that you knew what it felt like, foreshadowed how he was going to fuck you, and left you alone in the brig to think about it. 

           He unscrewed the bottle and stared at you for what felt like an agonizingly long time. He was enjoying himself. 

           "Open your mouth." It was soft enough to be a whisper, and the sentence was swallowed up by thick wooden walls once it left his mouth. 

           You couldn't do it. Not in front of this man, who was instructing you like a dog. No, not him. 

           He put a hand on your chin, letting one finger idly trace your lips. "You have no reason to worry. I won't let you choke."

           Holy fuck. You did not understand how he could say it with such seriousness, like he wasn't suggesting anything at all. How he could keep looking into your eyes as if the words hadn't passed his lips. 

           Slowly, you opened your mouth. It made you feel like you were at his mercy. You were, in a way, but he was only giving you medication. You repeated that thought. 

           It's only medicine. Only medicine. 

           True to his word, he was careful about how much of the substance he poured down your throat. You didn't choke. Once he pulled his hand away, you closed your mouth and swallowed. 

           He patted your head. "Good girl."

           "I. Am. Not. A. Dog." You glowered, but it was ineffective because you were still on your knees. 

           He only smirked, removing his hand from your head, but not before catching a lock of your hair with his fingers. He played with it for a moment, then let it drop back down in your face. 

           He sighed. "I can't have you stay in the  brig if I want to get you to Port Royal alive for your hanging. It would be disappointing for the crowd to watch a corpse." He turned your attention to a pile of blankets and towels you hadn't noticed before. "You can sleep there, or on one of the chairs. I don't have anything proper for you, I'm afraid."

           "I could use a hammock." You knew the sailors used one. There had to be extras. 

           "I'm not having you sleep with the crew. They aren't all as gentlemanly as I am."

           You raised your eyebrows. "You just want me all to yourself." You didn't know if teasing was a good idea, but it was worth the try.

           His eyes raked up and down your body. Then, he grinned. It wasn't a smirk, and it wasn't accompanied by hooded eyes. It was the true, playful grin of a man with bright eyes and a joke waiting to fall off his tongue. You imagined him in his younger years, sharing smiles with classmates, meeting up at tea shops, and poking fun at professors. He might have been a different person altogether once, and it showed. 

           "I'm not interested in you until you take a bath." It wasn't derogatory. It was a joke, pure and simple. 

           "I'm afraid that the East India Company doesn't provide adequate areas for bathing criminals." A small smile crept up your face. 

           Beckett turned, hiding his amusement. "I'll make sure you get one, then. If we're both interested in each other, that is."

           You laughed. Actually laughed. And when he left, you caught a glimpse of the perfectly real smile on his face. 

           You weren't allowed to leave the room. You didn't mind, though; it was much better than the brig. You took it upon yourself to test out the makeshift bed and take a nap. 

           Beckett returned to the study for dinner. The table was set with a confusing array of utensils, and you weren't exactly sure what to do with them. 

           You'd been allowed a bath. It did wonders for you, cleaning off grime you didn't even know was there. You looked like an entirely new person. 

           Bereft of extra clothes, Beckett had loaned you some. They were his; the two of you were about the same size. They were surprisingly form-fitting, and tight across the chest. Beckett seemed to appreciate that fact. 

           When the food arrived, you grabbed what you hoped was the right utensil.

           Beckett looked at you, amused. "Wrong fork."

           "Fancy dinners weren't exactly covered in my education." Still, you felt embarrassed. 

           "I suppose not. I'll have to teach you." He did, explaining what everything was for. You didn't see why it was necessary to make a meal so complicated. It was just food. 

           A small smile played on your lips; you couldn't help yourself. This was not what you had imagined imprisonment would be like. "Why are you training me to be a lady? You're going to hang me anyway." The smile fell away. 

           "Not necessarily. I could hire you to... assist me." His eyes scanned your body like it was another course of the meal. Finally, he tore his gaze back to your eyes. "I always need information."

           "You want me to be a spy for you?"

           "An informant. The term is so much nicer; I think it takes away from the negative connotation. But in essence, yes. A girl can be ignored in many places where a man cannot."

           You considered this. He was right, of course, and you'd prefer not to die in the coming days. His offer wasn't a bad one. "Do you have other spies?" You asked. 

           "Of course. Mr. Mercer, for instance."

           "The wicked looking man who accompanied you that first day?"

           "That would be him."

           Working for Beckett wouldn't be so bad. Not really. 

           There was a lull in conversation as you both ate. The food was delicious. How they kept anything fresh was beyond you, but you were grateful for it. Unfortunately, you couldn't enjoy it properly. Too many thoughts swirled through your brain. 

           "You talked about breaking me in, that first day. Have you done it, do you think?" You thought about how he made you kneel in front of him. If that wasn't obedience, you didn't know what was. 

           "Not quite." He set down his fork, being careful to keep his expression neutral. "How would you have me do it?"

           You swallowed. Is he serious? "Gently."

           He rose and stepped over to you, eyes searching your face. One hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. 

           It was the gentlest kiss you'd ever received while still being passionate. It was full of heat, but not particularly intense. 

           "Was that good enough, or shall I try again?" He murmured against your lips. 

           "Try again," you breathed. 

           He did. Again and again, until you both had to pull away and gasp for air. 

           "Oh dear." He looked almost as surprised as you felt. Suddenly, he couldn't quite meet your eyes. 

           "Feeling abashed now?" You teased. "Do you recall all the things you've said to me in the past days?"

           A light blush colored his face. "I do, but that was just talk." His nervousness was helping your own. You didn't feel so awkward. 

           "Will I be your plaything, then?" You asked, teasing. 

           "My dear girl," a bit of his usually collected demeanor was returning, "I don't play." He absentmindedly ran a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Especially not with girls of whom I'm so fond."

           The kiss he gave you then was slower and more sure. He leaned into you and let a hand wander into your hair, sighing into your mouth. 

           You wondered why he bothered giving you the pile of blankets. It wasn't like you'd be getting much sleep anyway. 

[tea-and-cardigans]

‘Sick’ - Harry x Macy - Hacy

Day Fourteen - ‘Sick’ for @fluffcember2019

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“I’m fine, really,” Macy insisted as she tried to get up from her bed, for what must have been the fifth time, managing to balance momentarily on her arms, before the weight was too much and she collapsed onto the pile of pillows that Maggie had stacked behind her.

“You are going nowhere,” Mel told her, and Macy could tell from her tone that she was getting the ‘big sister’ treatment that Maggie had spoken about so often. “You need to rest.”

“But the board,” Macy started again, trying to will her body to cooperate with her and allow her to at least sit up to argue.

“Maggie and I will look after the board,” Mel assured her, reaching up to press the back of her hand against her forehead, frowning as she did so. “You still have a temperature.”

She moved across the room, to an assortment of bottles that she had brought with her to Macy’s room. Macy eyed them suspiciously. As good as Mel’s potion-making had gotten over the last few months, there were still the occasional unintended side effects and Macy was not keen to ingest one of these slip-ups.

“Maybe I should just take regular Western Medicine at the moment,” Macy said, as Mel continued to examine the bottles, taking one in her hand as she returned to Macy’s bed.

“This should work,” Mel said as she tipped the bottle upside down to mix up its contents.

Macy tried to edge away from Mel in her bed, but simply didn’t have the energy, “What is it?”

“A simple tonic, Mandrake, Hyacinth, and Morning Dew,” Mel rattled off the ingredients which made Macy feel a little better that there was nothing too unusual in there, “then a simple incantation and we are done.”

Macy pursed her lips, wondering whether she should refuse, but Mel really had gotten better at her potions and if it did make her better quicker, she could get back into the fight. Her family would not be defenseless without her. She could protect them better, than being here confined to her bed.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Mel responded with a broad smile, Macy a little wary about how excited Mel was to experiment on her, then again she knew the draw of the unexplored and the rush of experimentation and discovery herself.

“Here,” Mel handed her the small bottle, the cork removed, “you drink as I say the incantation, on three.” Macy went to raise the bottle to her nose, but Mel’s hand on her forearm stopped her.

“I wouldn’t smell it.”

‘Great, ’ Macy thought in her head, wondering why their potions never actually tasted of anything good, or even palatable.

“One, Two, Three.” Mel counted and Macy started to drink, the liquid burning her tongue as she forced herself to swallow.

“Sanationem corporis sanitatem mentis sa mali dimitte me.” Mel chanted, as Macy finished the last of the potion handing Mel back to the bottle before she fell back into her pillows. Her head resting gently as Mel examined her.

“Do you feel any different?”

Macy shook her head, as Mel pressed her hand against her forehead again.

“Maybe a little cooler, it probably takes some time to take effect.”

Macy nodded as she closed her eyes. She continued to struggle to breath through her nose, her mouth opening slightly so she was still able to breathe.

“I can get Harry to come and stay with you.”

Macy’s eyes opened, “No.”

Mel’s brow furrowed in confusion and Macy busied herself playing with the edge of her duvet, intent on not meeting Mel’s eyes.

“I mean he’s busy with the book and-”

“I still think he should be here with you Macy. Just in case.”

Macy nodded, knowing that Mel was right. At the end of the day whatever had happened between her and Harry, he was still their whitelighter and if she did get worse he was the one who actually had healing powers. And the one who seemed to fix Mel’s spells when they went a little sideways.

“Harry,” Mel shouted and their whitelighter appeared instantly in a blast of light.

“Mel, what can I?” His eyes turned to Macy and he was by her bedside in an instant, “Oh Macy, what happened?”

“I’ve got the flu,” Macy said sadly, a little ashamed that a common human non-magical illness had secured her to her bed.

“Okay, I’ll take head over to the command centre, to stay with Maggie, just look after her okay?” Mel said, placing her hand on Harry’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before she left the room.

Harry met Macy’s eyes again as he moved to her bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. He had been more distance in the last week, so had she she supposed. Ever since she had revealed to him that the demon with his face appeared in her dreams, and he had told her the truth, it should have brought them back together, but instead, it seemed to have driven a wedge further between them.

“You’re okay?” he asked, and Macy gave a nod before relaxing back in her bed.

“Yeah,” she took a deep breath, a little feeling of disappointment that Mel’s potion hadn’t taken any effect. She was confined to her room, her bed, by a common virus. Unable to assist the other witches out there, her family, completely useless.

“You’re not useless,” Harry said, placing a hand on her covered knee, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Macy shot him a look, and Harry removed his hand, a look of regret crossing his face like he had gone too far crossed a line that he shouldn't. A line that he had created for himself.

“I didn’t say that,” Macy said, narrowing her eyes.

“Yes, you did.” Harry asserted.

“I- I thought it.” She had thought it right. She couldn’t remember saying it. She would never actually say those things out loud.

“Mel’s spell,” they both said in unison, as Macy fell back against her bed in defeat. It would figure that she would get one of Mel’s not quite right spells.

“What did she use?”

Macy rattled off the ingredients and the small parts of the incantation that she could remember. While Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, giving a groan that Macy was all too familiar with. It was the sound he made when one of his charges had made a mistake.

  ‘Unbelievable, if she has been using banned spells again I swear I’ll-’  

“It’s not her fault Harry, she was trying to help.” Macy crossed her arms in front of her.

  ‘I mean I know most of these ‘spells’ go a little wrong but-’

“See you’re thinking about it too.” He says with an accusatory finger pointed at her.

“I was.” Macy’s eyes widened at the realisation that if Harry could hear her thoughts than he could-

  ‘Calm streams, calm streams, calm streams.’

“She cast a healing spell, it clears out toxins to heal the physical ailment sure, but it also removes psychic blocks to help heal the mind, which for your normal human is probably okay but when you are dealing with magical beings.”

“So you can hear my thoughts-”

“And you can hear mine.”

  ‘I’m going to kill Mel.’

“I don’t think that would help Macy.” Harry's eyes soften as Macy turns away, “Sorry. There’s no way to stop it.”

“It’s permanent,” Macy almost shrieks.

  ‘I’m going to be picturing calm streams forever.’

“No, I mean I can’t stop myself from hearing what you’re thinking any more than you can stop hearing mine. The spell will get rid of that flu. Just until it does, the side effects will remain.”

  ‘Great,’

Macy slumped back in her bed, noticing that her nose did feel a little less stuffy in that she could actually breathe through it again.

“Maybe I should go,” Harry offered, getting up from her bed.

  ‘But I don’t want to.’

  ‘I don’t want you to.’

Macy smiled at Harry as their thoughts collided, and Harry sat back down on the bed. It was true despite what she might reveal to him, she didn’t want him to leave. They had been here so many times before offering comfort to one another.

Macy gave a loud sniff, as Harry reached to her bedside table grabbing the box of tissues and handing them to her.

She took one, blowing her nose, putting it into the bin beside her bed as she took a deep breath in through her nose. Her eyes closed at the immediate relief.

  ‘God that feels good.’

“You look better already,” Harry replied.

  ‘Although you always look good.’  

Macy’s eyes snapped to Harry’s and he looked away, knowing that she had heard him. He pulled at the collar of his shirt and Macy couldn’t help the blush that spread across her cheeks at his comment.

“You still think that?” She asked, her hand reaching out to settle on his arm as he turned to face her.

It had been a few weeks since the Source had taken her over and she had read his mind. He had told her to pretend she had never heard it and she had reluctantly agreed. It had been her invasion of his privacy, he should be the one to decide what happened next.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had always known that Harry was handsome, that he was kind, generous and caring. But the snippet of knowledge that he thought of her as something more than a member of their makeshift family or his charge, had ignited something she didn’t know was there.

Or she had just become incredibly practised at ignoring it. At storing away the feelings and emotions that didn’t agree with her world view of how things should be and a relationship with Harry, a crush on Harry was very much outside the realm of possibilities.

But she felt it. Perhaps that was why the demon that visited her in her dreams used his face because he knew what she wanted, what she craved almost every day.

Harry continued to stare at her, his eyes moving over her face as she gasped realising that her thoughts had drifted away from her and that her mind was very much still open.

“You feel it too?” He asked, moving closer, his hand reaching up to cup her face, as she allowed herself to lean into it.

  ‘Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?’

“I didn’t mean to,” she answered.

  ‘With the assassin visiting me in my dreams, I didn’t want to complicate things.’

 'I didn't want to be around as a constant reminder of your torturer, I couldn't bear to think that I could cause you harm.'

“I didn’t want to lose my focus,”  Macy looked up at him, "I needed to keep fighting. But I-"

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted, out loud no longer a secret he kept in his head.

“I know,” she said with a chuckle having being privy to his thoughts.

“Right.” He nods as his thumb moves across her cheek, and Macy swears that she forgets how to breathe just for a moment.

“You should probably keep your distance, wouldn’t want you to catch this.”

“It’s okay, your sister has a useful spell for it.”

And before she could argue further he presses his lips against hers and her mind goes completely blank.

25 days of Christmas

[discordantplains]

Dear Lord

Tucker was in hell. Not the nether--no that would be preferable over the itching sneezing congestion filled purgatory he’d landed himself in. He hadn’t even been blessed enough to find the meager amount of obsidian necessary to construct a portal there during their supervised mining sessions. There was no escape and he figured he must be really desperate if he was considering the stifling dimension of Dianite’s domain a reprieve.

He sniffled, wiping at his already tender nose, and pressed his face into his pillow. He was the only one currently in the bed and breakfast they were using as a base of operations. Sonja and Waglington had gone out to explore the town, Tom left to do who knows what--probably get in trouble with Captain Captain--and Jordan had already turned hermit and was down in the basement tinkering with a portal to get them home.

The hope Jordan’s portal was bringing happened to be the only thing keeping him from bashing his head open on the nearest hard surface. Though, to be fair, it already felt like his head was being bashed open.

He’d never had allergies this bad, not in the savanna in Mianite or the fields around his home in Ruxomar. Whatever grass grew in this gods-forsaken plane was seriously nasty stuff. Both inside and outside he was suffering, hell even underground was bad. His head pounded and felt full of cotton, his sinuses felt fit to burst, and his eyes were throbbing. He was constantly adjusting his jaw, hoping that his ears would pop and relieve some of the terrible pressure in his skull but he hadn’t been lucky thus far. His mouth didn’t feel much better--his tongue was slightly swollen and his throat felt like it was grating against sandpaper every time he swallowed. 

He had already gotten medication from SkeleTom and it didn’t seem to be doing anything. The alternate swore up and down that it should have done something at least, but Tucker wasn’t seeing a difference. Sleeping didn’t help either. He woke up this morning feeling worse than the previous days and mining had been pretty miserable to begin with. The alternate alternates, who Sonja had dubbed the “Alts Squared”, followed every move they made. Even Tom, who had made threats of going off the grid, hadn’t managed to escape Honey’s watchful gaze. If he didn’t feel so sick Tucker would have been impressed. He’d never been able to control Tom like that.

Speaking of, the grating zombie champion had woken him about thirty minutes ago, jabbering on about spending time with Captain Captain. Not only did he not feel up to spending extended periods of time outside, but he didn’t exactly trust Jordan’s alternate not to go crazy and murder them all. Mianite knows he’d already tried. Or maybe that was his version of playfulness. Honestly, he was worse than the Modesteps and the Ianite pirates put together. 

After only a few moments of lying face down in his pillow the pillowcase was wet with snot from his constantly dribbling nose. He sat back in disgust, sighing frustratedly. He needed out--and he didn’t know if he could wait on Jordan to build his portal.

With an appropriate amount of sniffling and groaning he put on the simple armor he had managed to craft the day prior and stepped outside.

It was midday and the sun beat down on the city in the plains relentlessly. As soon as he took his first congested breath of fresh air he sneezed and regretted leaving the safety of the bed and breakfast. But sitting inside all day was driving him madder than his allergies, especially when everyone else was being productive. He had already wasted yesterday in a drowsy haze of SkeleTom’s defective medication.

He still wasn’t going to hang out with Tom and his evil pirate fixation though. 

The walk from the bed and breakfast to the town square was a short one and Tucker wasted no time gazing at the sights. He was a man on a mission. As he rounded the side of a building and the Mianite temple came into view he quickened his pace, stepping over Captain Captain’s tripwire, and slipped inside.

It was cool and dim in the temple, the only light source being a few long burning candles on the quartz altar at the front. All of the windows were shuttered with heavy wooden blinds, likely to keep the elaborate tapestries hanging from the rafters from fading in the sunlight. They were brilliantly colored, depicting Mianite enacting various forms of justice while golden wheat shone behind him. Tucker wasn’t impressed with the artistry. Compared to the temple in the land of Mianite this was nothing. Honey may seem like the picture perfect Mianite champion but her temple sucked and Tucker took pleasure in besting her on that front. 

He approached the altar and swiped the book laid open on the center of it. All pages prior to the one it was open to had been ripped out. The tears were neat and close to the binding--clearly Honey’s work. There was a dropper behind the altar, shimmering with a godlike enchantment, and Tucker figured that’s where he should drop prayers. It was interesting how similar communication with the gods was here in comparison with his home dimension. He was hoping this god would be a bit more responsive than his own, however. 

He grabbed the quill on the altar as well, noting the beautiful golden feather and plopped down on the front pew preparing to write until the god responded. It’s not like there was anything else to do in this city without getting penalized anyway. Honey had made that very clear.

He started out eloquently, introducing himself, because he had to remember that this wasn’t his Mianite, and explaining the circumstances. He made note to mention that he was the Mianite champion in his own universe and give a flowery overview of his deeds and accomplishments. Tucker figured that the higher this Mianite thought of him the more he would be willing to help him out. He definitely wanted to speed run this experience-- no waiting around on world ending calamities to open up the void. And no waiting for Jordan to figure out what even Deviser Gaines struggled with either. 

He had just gotten to the part where he heroically slayed Dianite to rescue Ianite and save his dimension when the solid oak doors swung open behind him and heavy footfalls approached. He stifled a cough and looked over his shoulder, expecting Sonja.

Honey was marching towards him instead. Immediately Tucker straightened up, trying his best to look the part of a proper champion despite feeling like Tom on a sunny day. Which was to say--bad.

“You’re quite devoted.” She intoned, coming to a stop at the end of his pew.

“Yeah well, I try.” He chuckled awkwardly, before pausing and running a hand through his hair. 

He felt he had made a rocky first impression with Honey courtesy of a few too many snarky remarks. She was also kind of scary and her rapier and armor was well above what he had managed to craft the few days prior. Not to mention he could barely read her. She was perfectly stone faced aside from her ears.

“I’ve been praying so we can get out of your hair. Figured if anyone can get me out of this gods-forsake- erm... if anyone can get us home it’d be Lord Mianite.”

“A shame. I was rather hoping you’d decide to stay.”

Though her words were passive her tone suggested that he strongly reconsider is bid to leave.

“Not a chance.” He laughed, “No offense, this is a nice town and all but I’d rather die than stay here. Actually, scratch that- I probably will die.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

He believed her.

“Look, I’m not trying to be rude here, but nothing short of an ancient prophecy from Mianite himself is going to get me to stay.”

“I take it that’s happened before.”

“Yeah, it was a whole big deal in the last dimension we were in. Don’t think it made much of a difference though, we sort of caused the end of the world on our way out.”

He balked under her observant turned piercing stare.

“Uh, that’s not going to happen here, though.”

“I should hope not. I’ve labored too many years here to have it all destroyed because of some unexpected guests. That being said, you’re still welcomed despite your apparent track record.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He sighed and closed the prayer book, before standing and placing it back on the altar. 

“Speaking of track record,” he began tredeptatiously, “and you’re smart so I’m sure you’ve picked up on this-”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“-that’s not what I- I’m taken. Um, look Tom isn’t exactly the most rule abiding person. He's been pretty good so far, and you've been doing a good job keeping track of him, but he won't stay so placated for long.” Honey’s stern eyes didn’t leave him the whole time he spoke. Tucker ended up choking on his cough in the back of his throat--unwilling to show weakness. 

“Yes, Sonja made that clear during the initial tour, and his conduct during your allotted mining hours affirmed it. You need not remind me, I am keeping an eye on it. We are well versed in dealing with troublemakers.”

“Right,” he muttered, “Captain Captain. I just figured I’d warn you, Mianite champion to Mianite champion and all.”

He placed his hands on his hips in a very self important sort of way but Honey didn’t react beyond blinking. Tucker pressed his lips together in a firm line, never missing how the inhabitants of Ruxomar had thought him hot shit more than now. 

“He doesn’t care if you kill him by the way,” he added, moving swiftly on from that embarrassing floundering, “he’ll just keep popping up like nothing happened, it doesn’t work on him.”

It was strange that that was the statement to wring a reaction out of her. To Tucker it seemed she would have been able to infer something like that, but the tilt of her head and squint of her eyes indicated otherwise. He felt something tighten in his chest. The implications of the source of her confusion were less than ideal.

“What’s that look for.”

She continued to look at him, brows furrowed in confusion and the blatant telegraphing of her emotions made him uncomfortable.

“I don’t follow.” She finally said.

“What part.”

“Is he immortal? A god?” she asked and the bad feeling in Tucker’s chest grew heavier.

“I mean technically yes, he’s Dianite-”

And he didn’t miss the way she flinched, the muscles jumping in her forearms and biceps as she tensed. 

“-but not in this dimension. Okay, I’m about to ask a potentially stupid question, um-- do you guys not come back to life when you die?”

“No.”

Fuck.

“Oh gods- I need to-” and he took a few unsteady steps back to the pew before sinking down into it like all the breath had been driven from his lungs. It felt like it. Or maybe he was about to have a panic attack.

Of course this dimension had no respawn, why would it. There’s apparently a pattern to keep, after all. 

Unwittingly, his mind flashed back to a small dark cave, with holes and crevices in the rock stretching up above him, shrouded in shadow. It felt like the world had dimmed around him, and he could feel the grit of cobblestone and coal under his fingernails. The air tasted stale and dank. He felt claustrophobic. 

He pushed his hands through his hair, gripping tightly and knocking the cap from his head. 

This was just like the island, although he had no intention of dying here. He was going to live and escape. He didn’t want to die again, not like that. Not without being able to come back. 

Honey was taking his mini breakdown rather well, just standing impassively and letting him work it out of his system. Maybe later he would scream into his pillow until he went hoarse, but for now he needed to make sure Sonja’s alt² didn’t think he was too much of a crazy person. 

“I’m fine, that’s fine--normal even, sorry, I said it would be a stupid question.” He paused to breathe, finding it a little hard and not entirely because of his allergies. 

“If you need some time I’ll be on my way.” Honey started, motioning to the doors. And though he realized she probably didn’t get what was happening, he appreciated her discretion.

Tucker sighed and breathed in and out a few more times before sitting up and placing his hat back on his head. Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford to sit down and think about tight cave spaces and hissing monsters that were always just out of his line of sight.

“No, I have more questions.” He wheezed before snapping his fingers, “A priest, do you have a priest? Declan?”

“We do not.”

Right, of course not. That would be too easy. What’s the point of a world where death is permanent if it isn’t inescapable?

He also thought it odd, because even on Trinity Island Declan had a way of reaching them. Tucker just assumed he was a universal constant. Though if anything he learned about Ihatchu so far was to be believed, it was that Captain Captain was a murderous maniac and probably killed him. 

Thinking about that now and knowing that those who died stayed dead set him on edge.

“Tell me about Mianite, how do I get in contact. What’s the fastest way.” 

He might've been losing his cool a bit.

“Writing prayers is the most assured way to-”

She cut herself off mid sentence, Tucker hanging on her words like the end of a rope, holding his breath. 

“Honey-”

“Silence.”

He shut his jaw with a clack, frustrated energy thrumming under his skin. He wasn’t a particularly patient person on most days but right now it felt as though if he didn’t get answers from Mianite himself right this second he would explode. Or scream. Or both. 

Honey was statue still. Her ears were twitching continuously and he could hear her quick inhales in the silence of the temple. He didn’t miss how her hand had drifted to the hilt of her rapier. She seemed to be waiting for something that only she had noticed.

He stilled as well, but couldn’t hear or smell anything out of the ordinary. Before he even had a chance to open his mouth and ask what she was paying attention to she was storming down the aisle and out of the doors at a furious pace.

He followed, scrambling up out of the pew and dashing out after her into the evening air. 

The first thing he noticed was that he had spent much longer inside the temple than he thought, and the second thing was a large column of black smoke rising up into the golden sky a few blocks away.

Honey was already disappearing down a street in that direction. 

Tucker had a bad feeling about this. 

He followed suit, boots pounding against clean cobblestone streets. 

It was clear what had happened before he even rounded the final corner. Tucker could hear the roaring crackle and feel the heat of flames before actually seeing the fire. But as soon as he did it was obvious who had started it.

Standing an unsafe distance from the inferno was Tom, cackling like mad and looking entirely like Dianite incarnate. Reflections of the flames glittered madly in his dark, undead eyes and his suit was smoldering slightly as rogue embers sizzled against the cloth.

It was only then did Tucker realize that the structure currently on fire was an entire fucking house.

“Oh, you fucking idiot.”

Tom spotted Tucker and lifted his hand to wave at the same moment Honey rushed and clotheslined him. She swung wide, her heavy forearm bracer catching him in the throat and sending him flat on his back in a singular movement. Tom’s shriek of surprise was cut short as his back hit the street and the breath was driven from his lungs.

 Honey pinned him with her knee and immediately straightened, scanning the surrounding streets with her hawklike gaze. Tom writhed beneath her, horrid choking sobs adding to the roaring of the flames as he struggled to take in air.

Tucker didn’t quite get what she was looking for until he saw a glint of something metallic and spotted Captain Captain leaning on the railing of a porch across the street. The pirate and lawmaker locked eyes across the way. The Ianite champion grinned before shaking his head and turning to head out of sight.

“You’re not going to go after him?” Tucker asked, nodding to the side alley where Captain Captain had disappeared.

Tom had started squirming more purposefully under Honey’s weight, reaching for a wicked looking dagger that had been knocked free of his belt and was lying a few feet away. She increased pressure on his sternum and he let out an undignified squeak.

“Get off of me, lady!” Tom whined, legs thrashing.

Honey ignored Tom’s protests, turning to Tucker. Her expression was so fearsome he noticeably stiffened, taking half a step back.

“He’ll get what’s his.” She growled. 

Normally, Tucker would've offered his assistance in apprehending him, but recently learning he was a very mortal man had him acting with caution. He didn't want to test his luck when the outcome could very well be a crossbow bolt between the eyes. 

 “And Tom?” He asked above the flurry of foul words the Dianite champion was now spitting at Honey.

“Tom will receive punishment fitting the crime.”

Tucker did a double take, “What? No trial?”

“Have you any doubt of his responsibility for this?”

Tucker looked at the blazing inferno and then back at Tom, still struggling beneath Honey and looking like he would kill if he could.

His answer was an unfortunate, “No…”

With a deft movement, Honey let up the pressure on Tom’s chest and fisted her hand in his hair at the nape of his neck. She yanked hard, twisting his head so his face was pressed harshly into the street. Tom sputtered as his teeth hit cobblestone, lips splitting and staining the ground red. 

He thrashed, kicking with his legs, but Honey held fast and flipped the rest of his body stomach down with a sharp knee to his kidneys. 

“I’m taking him in.” She decided, then inclined her head towards a narrow line of grates bordering the street. “Use the city’s waterline to put out the fire, I won’t have it spreading.”

Tucker hesitated. He couldn’t just let Honey take Tom away, what if she killed him? Rationally, he knew she wouldn’t, that would be absurd but…

“Hey now, shouldn’t I tag along to see how you do things? Not that I don’t trust you but we’re used to a more democratic system when it comes to doling out punishment.”

He inhaled sharply before continuing, “Griefing was against the law in our dimension as well, I’m sure there’s some sort of explanation that would…” Tucker trailed off. Was he really about to say there might be a reason that justified Tom burning a house down? He hoped for the zombie’s sake there was one. What the hell had gotten into him. 

Honey was unmoved by his pleas.

“How many times will you have to defend the actions of your friend, preemptively or in response to his misdeeds, before you take a critical eye to his moral character.”

She had a point. They were making an awful lot of excuses on Tom’s behalf. But the alts² didn’t know Tom. He was an obnoxious Dianitee who liked to play with fire but damn it, he was Tucker’s friend too. 

“I’ve known him long enough to make my judgments.” He retorted. “I’ll put out the fire, just don’t do anything permanent. You aren’t the only Mianite champion around anymore.”

Honey’s dark eyes narrowed, the fire flickering dangerously in the reflection of her pupils.

“Reconsider that statement.” She said coldly, standing and hauling Tom with her.

Tucker stood his ground, likely foolishly. He doubted she’d kill him, that wasn’t exactly just and she seemed to pride herself on that sort of thing, but she was stronger than him, more geared than him, and had very sharp teeth and big muscles. In a one on one he would decidedly lose, but if he backed down here than what sort of a man was he, no less what sort of champion. 

Honey didn’t back down so much as brush him aside. Wrenching Tom’s right arm up and behind his back, still gripping his hair, she shoved him down the street in the direction that Tucker knew was the jail. 

The zombie was cursing loudly, and Tucker caught his wild gaze as he was marched past. 

“Tucker! Dude back me up! No one was living there what’s the big deal!”

“He will be released in the morning.” Honey said as a final goodbye, leaving Tucker to deal with the house fire himself.

Tucker coughed, the acrid taste of smoke hitting the back of his throat. Perfect.

In the end, he did a very half-assed job of putting out the fire. He made sure it wouldn’t spread to any other buildings and then bailed, figuring the structure would be a lost cause anyway. 

There were much more important things to attend to, like making sure everyone else knew there was no respawn. It was then that he realized that Tom had no idea and had burned down a building with the confidence of someone who could never die. 

And Captain Captain had probably egged him on to boot. He was totally trying to get Tom killed!

The sun was well on its way to dipping below the horizon now, and the sky was tinged a dusky purple. Streetlights began to flicker on as Tucker turned and sprinted back towards the bed and breakfast, flames still crackling at his back. The shadows on porches and down alleyways began to seem more sinister as he ran and he had to focus on the rhythm of his feet and breath to keep his brain from conjuring up creeper hissing. Thank Mianite for intuitive city layouts because he was back on the doorstep of their shared living space within a few minutes, if horrendously out of breath. 

As he leant heavily on the doorframe catching his breath, feeling the congestion crackle in his chest alongside the smoke inhalation, a familiar soothing voice piped up behind him. 

“Hey Tucker, there’s like a big fire over there or something. Wonder what that’s all about.”

Tucker whipped around, only looking mildly crazed, to find Waglington staring placidly back at him.

“Get inside, we need to have a meeting.” He ordered hoarsely, pulling open the door and shoving the wizard inside. 

“Ah, is it about the fire?” Waglington asked, not in any hurry at all despite Tucker’s urging.

“No- well yes, that’s part of it.” They entered the bedroom, and Sonja was already present, lounging on her bed and scrawling crossly into a journal.

“Where’s Sparklez.” Tucker badgered.

“Downstairs.” Sonja answered without looking up, and Waglington shuffled over to peer at her notes. 

“What’s got you so peeved.” The wizard inquired, flicking the tips of her ears which were lying flat against her head in displeasure.

She sighed heavily. 

“I’ve been trying to investigate some lights out of town, but Mericho’s dogs won’t let me out.”

“Hmm that is a predicament indeed.” He murmured, and Tucker tuned them out, hurrying down the steps to the basement.

“Jordan!” He barked, startling the Ianite champion into dropping a component he was holding. It broke in half upon hitting the ground and a piece of it skittered somewhere out of sight.

“Oh gods-” He turned around blue eyes blazing angrily, “Tucker!”

“Worry about that later, I have news.” And he grabbed the shorter man by the wrist, tugging him back up into their shared living space. He stumbled crossly after Tucker, fixing his askew sunglasses as he was yanked along.

“Okay, stop.” Jordan grumbled, snatching his hand back from Tucker with a scowl, “what’s this about.”

“We’re missing Tom.” Waglinton observed.

“You smell like smoke.” Sonja commented.

Tucker muffled a cough in his elbow. “I’ll get to that.” He paused to make sure he had their full attention before continuing. Jordan cast a mournful glance down at the cellar and Tucker snapped his fingers to bring his focus back around.

“I was talking to Honey today and to make a long and awkward conversation short,” he inhaled sharply,  “we have no respawn.”

“Well, that sucks.” Jordan said eloquently. 

Sonja frowned, looking back at her notepad. “That makes a lot of sense actually.”

Waglington looked confused.

“What so like, if we die, we die?”

"Yeah, pretty much." Tucker confirmed, "And I have no idea what happens when we do die. Dec isn't here, no idea if the gods will pop up any time soon, so-"

"Wait, no Declan?" Jordan piped up, "I thought he was like- a universal constant."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too, and if I'm honest here I think he straight up died."

“That’s troubling.” Waglington muttered, sitting down on his bed.

“Right. So we should all just keep our heads down, no dangerous shit.” He crossed his arms. “Speaking of-- Tom decided to burn down a house tonight and got himself caught by Honey.”

Waglington laughed, Jordan sighed heavily, and Sonja put her head in her hands. 

“She wouldn’t kill him, right?” Jordan worried.

Tucker shrugged, “She said she’d release him in the morning so that implies not.”

That seemed to be enough for Jordan, who tentatively stretched with a yawn, spine audibly popping.

“Alright, well, I guess that’s fine…”

Sonja’s face wrinkled, “Not really. I can easily picture him pissing her off even more.”

Tucker huffed. “Not much we can do about it, trust me, I tried.”

In truth, he probably could have tried harder, but no one else was there and therefore couldn’t challenge him on it. 

Tom would be fine.

"Look just-" he sighed, taking a shaky step backwards until the backs of his knees hit his bedside, and he sunk into the mattress with a quiet huff.

"-we had instructions on Trinity Island. Beat all the bosses and be the last one standing. But here we don't have a guaranteed revival, even if one of us makes it out. We can't just fuck around like on Ruxomar."

Waglington looked the most troubled of all, and Tucker was reminded that the wizard had never gone without respawn before. Tucker could practically see the gears turning in his head as he likely parsed out the quickest way to become invincible via local magic.

"Well, this place doesn't seem so bad." Jordan pitched in, "All I have to do is finish the portal and it'll be okay."

Tucker didn't miss the way Jordan had clipped his sentences, his tone rife with his trademark subtle passive aggression. He winced, recalling the intricate looking portal component Jordan had dropped.

The Ianite champion didn't spare him another glance, slipping back downstairs.

Tucker was busy feeling sorry for himself. 

Sonja shot him a sympathetic look from where she was curled up against her headboard. 

"What a world, huh?”

He frowned, sniffling as his allergies tickled the back of his nose again.

"It's a crap one, that's what it is."

...

Tucker woke in the morning to the sound of a door slamming open. He jerked awake, not that he had been in that deep of a sleep to begin with, to see Tom’s ugly mug stomping through the bedroom towards the stairs to the basement. He would’ve gotten up to stop him--Tom needed to learn about their mortality like yesterday-- but as soon as he sat up he felt the phlegm in his lungs and hacked and coughed to regain his breath.

The mucus he spit out was thick and disgustingly yellow. His mouth tasted like smoke.

By the time he had pulled enough air into his lungs and recovered, Tom was already in the basement and Tucker could hear the indistinct rumble of Jordan’s voice.

Tucker swiped an unused notebook from Sonja’s bed and began his prayers to Mianite anew, keeping an eye on the cellar stairs for Tom’s return. He’d go down himself but he had a feeling if Jordan broke another portal component because of him he’d probably get a lot more than passive aggressive.

It wasn’t long before he could hear Tom’s voice rising in volume from the basement anyway. Jordan marched up the stairs soon after, Tom hot on his heels, gesticulating wildly.

“You admit to wanting me to suffer!”

Jordan ignored him and nodded at Tucker before exiting the bed and breakfast. It looked like Tom was fixing to go after him and so Tucker stood, taking a step forward to grab the zombie’s shoulder and prevent him from pursuing the Ianite champion. 

Tom attempted to shrug out of his grip, hurling one last sentence at Jordan’s back.

“SkeleTom’s a limp dicked pushover, when you get bored of being his bitch let me know!”

“Tom, quit it.” Tucker grumbled, pulling him back from the doorway.

The zombie rounded on him and Tucker noticed he was cradling an injured hand to his chest.

“You can’t seriously be chill with this, can’t you see Sparklez is traitoring us?”

“Look man, I don’t give a shit about SkeleTom, but what I do care about is the fact that we have no respawn and you’re acting like a maniac.” 

Tom paused, looking confused. Tucker could see the gears turning in his head before his eyes sparked with understanding.

“No shit?”

“Yeah man, so I’m pretty sure Captain Captain was trying to get you killed.”

Tucker waited with a patience he reserved just for Tom and saw the zombie still and go silent. His eyes unfocused and the red light in them dimmed slightly.  He absently flexed his broken hand tentatively and looked at the ground, then Tucker. "That can't be it," he said more in a pleading tone to himself than Tucker. 

Tucker held to that patience like a man drowning in the sea clutching driftwood as he was carried into a torturous storm. "Tom, I'm serious. Go help Wag or Sonja--lay off on the pranking and shit until we're home."

"No!" Tom immediately defended. He crossed his arms. "I'll just be more careful. That was just a slip-up. If Captain MoreFun meant to kill me he would have." The zombie sighed and deflated, looking at the door Jordan had long left.  "I just…"

"Yeah, Tom?" Tucker asked gently. If his allergy drained brain was interpreting things correctly, Tom was upset.

"We don't hang out," Tom said to Tucker, eyes still dim. "First you got busy in Ruxomar, then Jordan found everything to do but hang out and Wag always is off building. I just want someone I can go do pranks with--someone who finally won't get bored of me." 

It hurt. Tucker had got consumed with Blood Magic and Mianite knows what tech Jordan had been doing. "Tom, we're your friends. I'd hug you but I'm starting to feel like vomiting."

Tom wrinkled his nose and then shook his head quickly. He looked at Tucker and genuinely smiled, but let it drop. "What am I saying? That's just the healing potion talking." Tucker sighed as Tom spun on his heels to the door, giving him a middle finger. "Fuck you, I can do whatever; you're all losers and Captain Fun is a lot more entertaining." 

Tucker let him go, he had a list of things to accomplish and at the end of the day it was clear that not even Honey Badger could reign Tom in.

| ABOUT | CHARACTERS | PLOT |

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 2

7. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

MAY 5/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE#7 CAN YOU KIDS BELIEVE IT IS THE 7TH RIDDLE ALREADY😮😮😮. 1535 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂……

WELL GIVEN THE LAUGHING FACES AND THE USE OF KATE, FOR SOME CRAZY REASON THIS HAS TO BE MADAM TALKING TO CATHERINE. WHY I HAVE NO CLUE. HOWEVER, I CAN FEEL THE SARCASM OOZING OUT JUST FROM THE WORDS. AM I CRAZY? NO PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THAT! WHY WOULD MADAM BE CALLING HER OR HAVE HER NUMBER EVEN? IS CATHERINE CALLING HER? BUT WHY WHY WHY?

OR IS IT HARRY BACK FROM AFRICA OR WHEREVER, BUT WHY THE LAUGHING FACES, UNLESS THIS IS TELLING US THEY HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT ALL ALONG SO THE NICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE IS FACETIOUS. BUT KATE, THOSE CLOSE DO NOT CALL HER KATE, HER PREFERENCE IS CATHERINE AS THAT IS HER NAME.

Archificialy archificial.

WELL AS WE KNOW, THE AGREED UPON LIE FOR ARCHIFICIALS BIRTHDAY IS MAY 6TH, WHEN REALLY THE BIRTH WAS APRIL 25/2019. WE KNOW A BABY WAS BORN VIA SURROGATE, THE NYC SHOWER WAS PINK BUT WE WERE TOLD A BOY. SO THE POWERS THAT BE ARE NOT GIVING REAL SEX, LOCATION OR WHO IS THE CHILD WITH. WE ALSO DO NOT WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY WHOSE EGG AND WHOSE SPERM WERE USED. SO MOST OF WHAT WE KNOW IS 100% FAKE INCLUDING ALL THE PHOTOS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SA APPEARANCE OF AN ACTUAL BABY WHO SHOWED NO RELATIONSHIP OR FAMILIARITY WITH MADAM OR HARRY. SOME OF THE THINGS SHE DID WHILST THAT BABE WAS IN HER ARMS WERE SCARY. GOING UP THOSE STAIRS IN EIGHT IN HEELS CARRYING HIM, TOSSING HIM UP IN THE AIR, TUTU’S DAUGHTER WAS REASY TO CATCH SHE WAS SO CONCERNED. SQUEEZING HIS TUMMY HE WENT LIMP. HIS LEG BENT, NOT TENDING TO HIS DROOLING ETC. THAT WAS A FEW MINUTES SUPERVISED WITH A BABY, GOOD GOD IMAGINE HER ALONE WITH ONE. THERE ARE REASONS WHY HER FAMILY HAS SAID SHE SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE WITH A BABY.

I HAVE DIGRESSED HERE, ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF ILLUSTRATING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ARTIFICIAL, FAKE BABY USED AT WINDSOR CASTLE, IN PAP WALK PICS.

SO THE BABY KNOWN AS ARCHFICIAL DOES NOT NOT NOT EXIST! SO AS HIS FAKE, YET AGAIN FAKE, BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW, TRADITION SAYS A PHOTOS OR PHOTOS WILL BE RELEASED. WE KNOW WITH CERTAINTY, IT WILL BE BLACK AND WHITE, PHOTOSHOPPED BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THE CHILD, FUZZY, GRAINY, CLOSE UP OF HIS LEFT EYEBROW, RIGHT TOENAIL, EAR LOBE PERHAPS. BUT NOTHING REAL, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. SO WE WAIT FOR AN ARTIFICIAL PHOTO OF AN ARTIFICIAL CHILD. I TRULY PRAY THE REAL CHILD NEVER FINDS OUT THEY ARE ADOPTED AND WORSE YET FINDS OUT THEIR PARENTAGE.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼

MM FAVE TRS, THE ROLLING STONES. THIS IS ALL ABOUT LIFE, WE WANT WANT AND WANT, THINGS DO NOT MATERIALIZE. BUT THEN, LIFE HANDS US SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT WE TRULY NEED. I BELIEVE WE TRULY NEED THE TRUTH. HARRY NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO RETURN AND TRY TO REBUILD HIMSELF WITH THE MILITARY THAT HE LOVES AND HAS SERVED AND HAS BEEN SERVING COVERTLY THESE YEARS WITH MADAM, AS WELL AS WITH THE PUBLIC..

……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “………

THIS IS A RIFF OF THE SAYING IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD SANE WHILST ALL THOSE ABOUT YOU HAVE LOST THE PLOT, YOU ARE DOING WELL.

IS THIS MADAM DOING PUBLIC APPEARANCES WHILST APPEARING OH, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂NO PLEASE, I CANNOT TYPE THE WORDS 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 AND BE VIRTUOUS. WHAT!!

SHE MOST CERTAINLY PLANNING HER MASSIVE BOOK LAUNCH TOUR WHERE SHE WILL TELL THE WORLD HOW MEAN THE ROYAL FAMILY WAS TO HER, HOW RACIST THEY WERE AND EVERY OTHER LIE SHE CAN COME UP WITH.

IF ONLY THIS ANNOYING COVID WOULD GO AWAY RIGHT RACHEL?

a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar………

OH DEAR THIS SHALL END BADLY. CAMILLA, CATHERINE AND MADAM. IF IT WERE NORMAL TIMES MAYBE THEY WOULD MEET FOR A DRINK🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂….NO WAY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WOULD THIS HAPPEN, NEVER. CAMILLA REFUSED TO ATTEND THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE. AM I REMEMBERING RIGHT, A FEW DAYS AGO SHE DID A VIDEO I THINK, THE BACKGROUND OF THE ROOM WAS A PHOTO WITH MADAM EDITED OUT? PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WEONG PLEASE.

SO WHAT DOES THIS CLUE MEAN? THIS ALSO SAYS ONTO A BAR NOT INTO A BAR, SO ARE THEY GYMNASTS NOW??

THIS CLUE I JUST DO NOT GET AT ALL. OTHER THAN A CELEBRATORY COCKTAIL WHEN SHE IS GONE FOR GOOD.

tunc non transiet ………

OK THIS IS LATIN LEGAL TERMINOLOGY, FASCNIATING AS IT COULD APPLY A NUMBER OF WAYS, ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN.

💜💜💜LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??!!💜💜💜

NUNC PRO TUNC, LATIN PHRASE, HOW I WISH I WERE FLUENT. THIS PHRASE IS REGARDING TO THE DATE OF EFFECT OF A JUSTICES RULE DECISION. IT IS WHETHER THE CROWN 🇨🇦, THE COURT RATHER, WE 🇨🇦CALL IT THE CROWN AS ALL CASES HER ARE AGAINST THE CROWN. THE DISCRETION IN THIS WHEN AN ORDER OR A JUDGEMENT IS RENDERED AND TO TAKE EFFECT, IT MAY BE ENTERED INTO THE COURT RECORD IN TWO WAYS. IT MAY BE ENTERED AS THE CURRENT DATE OR OR OR WAIT FOR IT, A DATE IN THE PAST!!!

AS FAR AS TRANSIET GOES, I FIND CROSSOVER, BORDERLINE AS MEANING. SO PUT THIS TOGETHER, LET ME THINK HERE….. ALSO MEANS NOT NOT LASTING, ENDURING OR PERMANENT, CHANGING OF A PREVIOUS DATE.

I WONDER AS I HAVE MENTIONED A FEW TIMES, HAS THE ANNULMENT IR DIVORCE BEEN DONE AGES AGO AND MADAM IS FAKELY KEEPING HER MARRIAGE AND CHILD ALIVE? AFTER RESEARCHING THESE TERMS IN THIS CLUE, I FEEL STRONGER THAN EVER DIVORCE OR ANNULMENT WAS DONE AT CANADA HOUSE, AND THE REASON FOR MADAMS FAUX THEATRE VISIT WHEN IN REALITY SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN AT HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS JUST ACROSS THE STREET. I FEEL AS STRONGLY ABOUT THIS AS I EVER HAVE, THESE CLUES ARE REINFORCING THIS IN ME. BELIEVE AS YE WILL.

THE REASON THEY MIGHT KEEP THIS SCHTÜM, IS THE MEN IN GREY, AND 👁👁 👁 👁 👁 ARE WORKING HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND SO TO SPEAK TO BRING TO JUSTICE, THE BACKERS, THE FUNDING OF THIS DECADES LONG MULTI PRONGED ATTACK TO TAKE OUT THE MONARCHY, ANTI CHRISTIAN, HMMM I REALLY HAVE GOTTEN INTO IT TODAY.

an infectious tube………

MILLIONS TAKE THE TUBE DAILY, LONDONS UNDERGROUND TRAVEL. EVEN WITH LOCKDOWN ORDERED THERE WERE STILL MANY ESSENTIAL WORKERS TAKING THE TUBE AND THEY REMAINED CROWDED. NO TWO METRES APART THAT IS FOR CERTAIN. SO INFECTIOUS SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE ALREADY, JUST IMAGINE IT BEING CONTAINED IN THAT SPACE WITH ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT ARE CARRIERS, IMMUNE, HAVE IT BUT DO NOT KNOW IT. WE ARE TALKING COVID-19 HERE. YES THIS WAS AMD WILL REMAIN VERY INFECTIOUS. SLOWLY UNLOCKING THE LOCKDOWN MEANS MORE PEOPLE USING THE TUBE, MORE RISK. IT IS A BEAR OF A THING TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT.

my my margarita ………

OTHER THAN WANTING ONE I HAVE NO CLUE THE MEANING OF THIS. IS THIS SOMEONES FAVOURITE COCKTAIL? A YACHT GIRL PERHAPS? I DONT KNOW. MY BRAIN IS DONE. TWO RIDDLES ONE DAY TOO MUCH .

let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

THE ETERNAL PHRASE OFT USED IN JEST BUT OFT USED IN SITUATIONS THAT ONE JUST DESPITE TRYING EVERYTHING THEY CAN SOMETHING JUST IS NOT WORKING AND THE SITUATION IS THERE STILL BAD AS EVER. THAT IS THE TIME MANY UTTER THE SAGE OLD ADVICE, LET GO AND LET GOD. MEANING TO GIVE IT TO GOD TO DEAL WITH. GOD IS DEALING WITH MADAM, AS WITH ALL OF US WHEN OUR TIME COMES. BUT GOD IS WORKING THROUGH THE GOOD SIDE, MADAM WILL SEE JUSTICE ⚖️ , WE SAW THE START OF AT THE HEARING LAST FRIDAY.

AS FAR AS OUR DEAR. 💜🐼💜, SHE IS A PRAYER WARRIOR LIKE NO OTHER. SHE IS A GO TO, IN ANY AND ALL SITUATIONS. SHE SUSSED MADAM OUT RIGHT AWAY AND BEGAN SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN EVIDENCE TO PROVE IT. AND HERE WE ARE, SO CLOSE. I TRULY BELIEVE SHE DESERVES AN OBE OR SOME KIND OF OFFICIAL MAYBE COVERT RECOGNITION OF HER YEARS OF THIS TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY KIDS!! NOW THAT IS DEDICATION AND LOYALTY TO THE OATH SHE TOOK. I STAND IN ADMIRATION AND BLESSED TO CALL YOU FRIEND.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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8. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

MAY 6/2020. 1350 HRS CST

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #8

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

archificial anniversary ………

WELL TODAY IS THE AGREED UPON LIE, FAKE DATE OF FAKE BIRTHDAY OF FAKE CHILD, ARCHFICIALS BIRTHDAY. REAL BABY YES, APRIL 25/2019. WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE VIDEO BY NOW. I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW OF THAT, YOU CAN READ IF YOU LIKE. THE CHOICE OF BOOK FASCINATES ME, BECAUSE A NARCISSIST SPENDS HER LIFE BEING SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHE IS, LIES, PR, SO SIMILAR TO THE PLOT OF THAT CHILDRENS BOOK. IS IT A DUCK IS IT A RABBIT, IS SHE PREGNANT OOPS NO, ETC ETC. I FEEL SICK FOR THE BABY USED IN THIS VIDEO. FOR GOD’S SAKE, IF THIS IS NOT HUMAN TRAFFICKING, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT. SHE GAVE MORE THAN WE HAD EXPECTED BUT ALWAYS WITH HER, NOTHING EVER MAKES SENSE. SHE DRESSED ULTRA CASUAL, HIM IN A ONESIE AND NAPPY. NO COMPANY WANTED TO MERCH ARCHIES FORST YEAR BIRTHDAY OUTFIT?? I THINK MORE LIKE SHE JUST DOES NOT DO DETAILS EVER. I TRULY FEEL ILL, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SEEN A BEAUTIFUL CHILD MERCHED, LIKE HE IS A THING, A COMMODITY, HIGHLY EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO ME.

“she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………

SHE DEMONSTRATES NO MATERNAL INSTINCT OR BEHAVIOUR. WHILST READING TO ‘HER ‘ CHILD ON HIS FAKE FIRST BIRTHDAY. ONE WOULD THINK, IN ADDITION TO ALL MY COMMENTS ALREADY MADE ABOUT THE VIDEO, SHE WOULD HAVE SANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, HAD A CUTE HAT, BALLOONS SOMETHING. BUT NOTHING, SHE REALLY TRULY HAS NO CLUE, NONE AT ALL!!

I speak for Meghan ………

WELL, IS THERE A HEARING TODAY? I JUST READ THERE WAS. THIS WOULD DEFINITELY BE DAVID SHERBORNE WHO SHE HAS HIRED FOR THE MOS LAWSUIT. SHE IS SO EVIL, SHE USES THE SAME CHAP THAT THE LATE PRINCESS DIANA USED. HOW SICK IS THAT? I WONDER IF LEGAL REPRESENTATION IS REQUIRED REGARDING ANY POSSIBLE MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES IN ADDITION TO THE MOS ISSUE.

🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼………

CLASSIC BEATLES SONG ABOUT A CHAP WHO HAS NO MOTIVATION, NO GOALS, NO IDEA, NOTHING IN LIFE. IS THIS DADDY MARKLE?? GOING NOWHERE FAST. ALLEGEDLY SWITCHED SIDES TO TESTIFY AGAINST MADAM , WILL HE REALLY?

TRULY THIS COULD BE MA, BECAUSE I HAVE NOT READ OR SEEN ANYTHING ABOUT HIM IN AGES. IT IS LIKE HE HAS LEFT THE PLANET. HE IS EITHER IN HIDING OR WITNESS PROTECTION, BUT HIM, NOW THERE IS A NOWHERE MAN FULL STOP!

“ the fool doth think he is wise…… “…………

CLASSIC ROCK, SHAKESPEARE BUT NO LATIN TODAY HMMMMMMM, MM ANON, YOU CONFUSE ME😁😁BUT THEN AGAIN I AM SO VERY EASILY CONFUSED OR IS IT AMUSED??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

THE BARD,THE PLAY, A VETY FUN ONE CALLED AS YOU LIKE IT. I HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN THIS ON STAGE AND SEVERAL SCREEN PRODUCTIONS FROM THE STAGE.

ONE KNOWS ONE’S STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES. BETTER TO BE THOUGHT A FOOL THAN TO SPEAK AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT.🙃🤣😂😂 SO A FOOL AKA NARCISSIST THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL, WHILE TELLING SO MANY LIES THEY CANNOT KEEP TRACK BUT THEY DO NOT CARE. A WISE PERSON, NON NARCISSIST, KNOWS THEY ARE IMPERFECT AND HAVE FLAWS.

MADAM, I BELIEVE, HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RAISED WITH A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT AND BECAME THIS NARCISSISTIC EVIL PERSON. SELF SELF SELF SND SELF ALWAYS AND ONLY SELF.

🎼come fly with me (not)🎼………

GREAT SINATRA SONG, SO SOMEONE IS JETTING OFF BUT ONLY IN JEST. I THINK THIS IS PART OF THE MANIPULATION HARRY IS DOING WITH MADAM IN HER HOSPITAL ROOM. SAYING THEY CAN FLY AWAY TO AMERICA. TRYING TO GET THE LAST EVIDENCE FROM HER. THE SHOE TRULY IS ON THE OTHER FOOT TO STAY NOW!!

A few weeks more …………

ARE YOU TELLING US MM ANON, JUST A FEW MORE WEEKS UNTIL GAME OVER?? I MOST ASSUREDLY HOPE AND PRAY TIS SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …

NOW THIS IN INTERESTING, HRH HIMSELF, IS GETTING RIGHT CABIN FEVER AND TAKING ON A PROJECT. SOME SORT OF RENOVATION, WOOD REQUIRED AND THE USE OF A JIGSAW WHICH APPARENTLY IS HIVING THEM A BIT OF TROUBLE, HENCE HIS YELLING FOR SYDNEY TO COME HELP. I BELIEVE THIS MUST BE AT WOOD FARM🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 CAN YOU JUST SEE THEM ALL, HIMSELF IN HIS OUTDOOR CLOTHES, HMTQ IN SKIRT, SWEATER AND SCARF, SYDNEY IN HIS VALET SUIT🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THEY ARE BUILDING AN INDOOR OUTDOOR SPACE. THIS IS MARVELLOUS, VIRTUAL BALCONY. GOOD LUCK GETTING THAT DONE! I WOULD PAY MONEY TO WATCH THIS SCENE FOR REAL!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣☺️☺️☺️

“ yes , a new medal is appropriate” …………

FIRST THING I SAY THIS IS FOR OUR 💜🐼💜🙏🏻.

HOWEVER, AS YOU ALL KNOW, FOR A VERY VERY LONG TIME NOW I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FROM THE RAFTERS THAT HARRY IS ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT FOR HMTQ. HE HAS BEEN COVERTLY OVERT TRYING TO GET ALL THE EVIDENCE NEEDED TO PUT HER TO JUSTICE FINALLY, NOT JUST HER BUT THOSE WHO HELPED, THOSE WHO PLANNED AND THOSE WHO FUNDED THIS STTACK ON OUR BELOVED ROYAL FAMILY. I CONCUR, ONCE ALL IS DONE, TRITH IS KNOWN AND ACKNOWLEDGED. HMTQ WILL BE FREE TO SPEAK, I AM SURE MANY DETAILS WILL HAVE TO REMAIN SEALED. I FEEL CERTAIN THERE WILL BE AN OFFICIAL BESPOKE MEDAL FOR OUR HARRY.

unlockdown!!! …………

I WILL SAY THIS COULD BE COVID, ONCE THINGS ARE STABLE, THE TRUTH WILL BE REVEALED.

OR IF I HARKEN BACK A FEW RIDDLES, MADAM WAS ON MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN. THIS HAS THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS, SO ITS VERY IMPORTANT.

“ give us a hug”.

FINALLY AFTER WEEKS OF LOCKDOWN, HMTQ CAN RECEIVE HUGS AND GIVE THEM. EVERYONE FOR THAT MATTER. THE BIGGEST HUG WILL BE FOR HARRY. PUBLICLY ENSCONCED SURROUNDED BY THE LOVE OF HIS FAMILY.

STAY STRONG HARRY, KEEP THE FAITH, WE BELIEVE IN YOU 100% YOU ARE LOVED AND PRAYED FOR. 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇲🇽

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9. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

MAY 7/2020

1333HRS CST. RIDDLE #9

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANOM😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SpiderSandwiches …………

CATHERINE WAS BEING INTERVIEWED ON GOOD MORNING BRITAIN. THE FEMALE PRESENTER WAS ENQUIRING ABOUT KEEPING THE CHILDREN EDUCATED AND ENTERTAINED, AS SHE SAID SHE ALSO HAS THREE CHILDREN. CATHERINE LAUGHED AND MENTIONED A FEW THINGS, ONE WAS GEORGE WANTING TO MAKE SPIDER SANDWICHES. I KID YOU NOT! IT WAS HILARIOUS. SHE LOOKED LOVELY IN A YELLOW FLORAL DRESS.

the photographic phenomenon …………

CATHERINE AS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. WE ALL KNOW THE OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPHER SHE IS. I LOVE THE PHOTOS OF THE CHILDREN THEY SHARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ARE TAKEN WITH LOVE BY THEIR MOTHER AND THE RELATIONSHIP IS VERY MUCH REFLECTED IN THE PHOTOS. CHARMING!

CATHERINE, ALONG WITH THE SOCIETY IS PLANNING AN EXHIBIT CALLED, HOLD STILL. THIS WILL BE PEOPLE SUBMITTING PHOTOS THEY HAVE TAKEN DURING THE PANDEMIC TO CAPTURE THE EXPERIENCE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LOOKING AT AN EXHIBIT OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS. WHAT A TOUGH JOB IT WILL BE TO MAKE THOSE CHOICES. WHAT AN AMAZING EXHIBIT IT WILL BE.I HOPE THEY DO A BOOK OF THEM FOR CHARITY.

“O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon”

THIS IS ODD, CANON IS A CAMERA, BUT CANNON IS A WEAPON. THE WAY THIS IS WORDED IS NOT POSITIVE AT ALL. THIS IS REFERRING TO MADAM AND ALOT OF SHIPS HAD CANNONS. I WONDER IF THAT IS THE MEANING HERE. VERY FACETIOUSLY SEXUAL COMMENT, I WONDER IF THERE WERE A WEAPON IN THE PORN VIDEOS. CANNON CAN BE STREET LINGO FOR A LARGE HANDGUN.

“ modest, small and incremental “ ………

THE UNLOCKING OF THE COVID LOCKDOWN WILL HAVE TO BE THIS WAY, AS WE IN 🇨🇦ARE DOING. KEEPING IN MIND ANY UPTICK OR SPIKES OF ILLNESS OR NEW BREAK OUTS MAY NECESSITATE GOING BACK A STEP.

“ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ………

WELL THIS HAS TO BE MADAM. CRICKETS OVER THE VIDEO YESTERDAY COMPARED TO ANYTHING CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN RELATED, EVEN CATHERINE ON A MORNING TV SHOW TALKING ABOUT THEM. THEY ARE SOOOOOO BELOVED, ALL OF THEM.

“ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. …………

CHARLOTTE’S POPULARITY IS SKYROCKETING , LET ME REPHRASE HAS SKYROCKETED. IT WENT HIGHER HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WHEN HER HAIR FLIP TRENDED WORLDWIDE. THE PHOTOS RELEASED FOR HER RECENT BIRTHDAY SHOWED HER, IN THE ACT OF GIVING…..THE SKY IS THE LIMIT?? NO WAY THE UNIVERSE , TO QUOTE MY BUDDY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!!!

another modest outfit. ………

THIS IS THE DRESS I REFERRED TO A FEW CLUES BACK. LOVELY YELLOW FLORAL DRESS WORN BY CATHERINE FOR THE TV INTERVIEW. SHE JUST NEVER PUTS A FOOT WRONG AND SO MARVELLOUSLY FULLY COME INTO HER OWN IN HER ROLE. SHE IS MARVELLOUS!

the books a flop, who would buy it? ………

FINDING FREEDOM, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂AGAIN AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, MADAM SHOULD HAVE SAVED THAT TITLE ONCE THE ORANGE JUMPSUIT TIME IS 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂COMPLETED. NOBODY CARES ABOUT HER. IF SHE STARTS SPEWING HATRED, LIES ABOUT HMTQ AND THE CAMBRIDGES, I CAN ONLY BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE WORLDWIDE RAGE.

“ dada duck duck”…………

IN THE READING VIDEO RELEASED YESTERDAY, I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW YESTERDAY, IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. SO, WAS THE CHILD SAYING DADA OR DUCK DUCK NEAR THE END OF THE VIDEO? MADAM WAS VERY QUICK TO TALK OVER HIM SAYING DUCK DUCK. I BET IN HER HEAD SHE WAS RHYMING ANOTHER WORD🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂!

“ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “……………

GOODNESS, DEARIE ME, SAY IT IS NOT SO. NOTHING WOULD SURPRISE ME, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AS 🐼ALWAYS SAYS. 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮. THE REFERENCE CLUE A FEW RIDDLES BACK WAS P****HUB, REFERENCING A PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE. DISGUSTING.

her irrelevant life…………

SHE, WITH ALL HER MACHINATIONS, SELLING SELF ETC ETC ETCHAS RENDERED HERSELF COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. THE ANNULMENT, MY BELIEF, OR DIVORCE WAS DONE CANADA HOUSE DAY, AND THE VISIT TO THE THEATRE AKA HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS🤣🤣🤣😂😂 THE NEXT DAY. DONE AND DUSTED IN THAT REGARD. SHE IS JUST BEING WORLDWIDE LAUGHED AT AND COMMENTS ABOUT NO MOTHERING SKILLS. NOW THIS USE OF MERCHING A BABY SHOULD BE A CRIME. IT REALLY BOTHERED MY SOUL YESTERDAY, AFTER WATCHING IT, I STILL FEEL 😳DISTURBED 😧 ABOUT IT ACTUALLY ☹️

desperately seeking ANYTHING…………

YES SHE HAS NO 🍌 SHE HAS NO BANANAS TODAY. WHO REMEMBERS THAT SONG? SHE IS BANANAS. SHE HAS NO OFFERS OTHER THAN LIKELY PORN. SHE HAS ALLEGEDLY BEEN REACHING OUT TO OTHER EUROPEAN FAMILIES WEEKS AGO. THERE IS NO ACTING WORK OR ANY WORK AT ALL. PEOPLE REALLY ARE SEEING THE VILE HUMAN BEING SHE IS AND HOW MANY HAVE SUFFERED THE INFAMOUS MARKLE EFFECT.

a sad demise Rachael!!

YES, ⚖️ JUSTICE IS NIPPING AT HER HEELS. HER FUTURE IS LOOKING VERY DIM. THERE IS NO SAFETY NET AT ALL. SHE MADE THE CHOICES OF HOW TO LIVE HER LIFE, TREAT PEOPLE HORRIDLY , AND IMHO TREASON, PLUS HOBBIES, MERCHING, THE IRS ETC ETC ETC. THE CLUE IN A PREVIOUS RIDDLE. LET GO AND LET GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺🇳🇿

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10. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

MAY 8/2020

75 YEARS AGO, PLEASE PAUSE FOR A MINUTE, LEST WE FORGET🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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1535 HRS CST. RIDDLE #10

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇳🇿🇳🇿🇳🇿🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸AND ALL THE COUNTRIES THAT SACRIFICED FOR OUR FREEDOM.

I AM IN TEARS JUST READING AND ARRANGING THE PIECES OF THE RIDDLE TO WORK ON. FABULOUS MM ANON 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

The Queen, god bless her………

HMTQ GAVE HER MESSAGE FROM WINDSOR CASTLE, I WAS BLESSED TO SEE IT ON BBC WORLD. I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE INFORMATION OF THE PINS SHE WORE. I COULD NOT QUITE SEE.

GOD BLESS HMTQ INDEED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. SHE IS AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING. LIVING HISTORY REALLY. HEARING HER SPEAK OF THAT DAY, THE BALCONY AND THEN THE PRINCESSES GOING AMONGST THE CROWDS. HUMAN RESOLVE AND THE NEED TO CONNECT AFTER YEARS OF DARKNESS, FEAR, DEATH, POURED ONTO THE STREETS, SINGING, DANCING, NAE BOTHER IF STRANGER OR FRIED, IN FACT STRANGERS WERE FRIENDS IN THOSE MOMENTS. A FELLOW HUMAN SOUL WHO HAD LIVED THROUGH THE SAME HELL. HER MESSAGE TODAY WAS PHENOMENAL. SHE HAS SUCH A WISE, CALMING, KNOWLEDGEABLE AND REASSURING PRESENCE. I THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

THE OTHER QUEEN, IS HER MUM, HRH THE QUEEN MOTHER WHO WAS QUEEN DURING THOSE YEARS. ONE HELL OF A STRONG SCOTTISH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 WOMAN. STRONG AS STEEL, THE PART OF THE TEAM, ALONG WITH HER HUSBAND, KING GEORGE VI. THEY BUOYED THE COUNTRY, TRULY GOD SENDS, ORDAINED BY GOD SND THEY STAYED! DID WALKABOUTS AMONG RUBBLE, REALLY TRULY AMAZING.

I SAY PLEASE, PLEASE, P L E A S E, IF YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE KING’S SPEECH AND LOVE OUR ROYALS YOU NEED TO SEE THAT FILM. HELENA BONHAM QUIRLY CSRTER PLAYED THE QUEEN MUM, COLIN FIRTH THE KING AND GEOFFREY RUSH THE THERAPIST. THE ABUSE HE, THE KING, SUFFERED AS A CHILD CAUSING HIS SPEECH IMPEDIMENT. GOOD GOD THATS A FILM YOU NEED TO SEE. ITS DIVINE REALLY. UNEXPECTEDLY KING, CROWNED IN THE HOLY CEREMONY AND WOW HISTORY UNTIL TODAY HAS BLESSED.

blackout ………

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE FILM MRS MINIVER?? GREER GARSON, PLAYS AN ENGLISH WIFE AND MOTHER DURING THAT TIME. ITS A MUST SEE. IT IS NOT DONE CHEESY LIKE , ITS AMAZING. I DID NOT CARE FOR THE SEQUEL HOWEVER.

NO LIGHTS AFTER DARK, THE LUFTWAFFE BOMBED AND BOMBED AND BOMBED LONDON. AIR RAID SIRENS BLARING, PEOPLE RUNNING TO DESIGNATED SHELTERS. VOLUNTEER AIR RAID WARDENS. BLACK FABRIC AGAINST ALL THE WINDOWS. NOTHING, NO CANDLE NOTHING. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. EVERY!!! SINGLE!!! NIGHT!!! LAYING IN BED JUST TENSE WAITING FOR THE AIR RAID SIRENS TO GO OFF……..YEARS OF THAT…,…..🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the king/ the Queen the nation ………

ABSOLUTELY, AS I WROTE ABOVE, THE QUEEN MOTHER WAS STALWART, RIGHT BESIDE KING GEORGE VI. SHE BUOYED HIM UP, WHAT A TEAM THEY WERE. AND HERSELF ALWAYS LOOKING GORGEOUS, WALKING AMONGST RUBBLE, REFUSING TO LEAVE HER HUSBAND, REFUSING TO LEAVE THE PALACE IN LONDON. SHE ALSO BUOYED THE NATION WHILST HE RULED AND GOODNESS KNOWS ALL HE WAS PRIVY TO. WHAT A TEAM GOD SENT FOR THE EXACT TIME. WALLACE SIMPSON, LOVE HER OR HATE HER, SHE CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY, FOR THE ABSOLUTE BETTER!!

never give up, never despair ………

THE ROYAL MOTTO, ALL FOR FREEDOM. SETTING STRONG ROLE MODELS, AND THE TWO PRINCESSES, REALLY HELPED PEOPLE COPE. MANY SENT THEIR CHILDREN OUT OF LONDON FOR SAFETY BECAUSE OF THE BOMBINGS. HMTQ, GOD BLESS HER, SHE BECAME A MECHANIC!!!

ALWAYS THAT FIGHTING SPURIT, KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP, TIME FOR CRYING LATER, NOW ITS TIME TO FIGHT AND DO WITH KESS OF EVERYTHING FOR THE WAR EFFORT.

the home front………

THIS ACTUALLY WAS A TV SHOW, CANT RECALL WHERE BUT IT WAS SET AT THST TIME. THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN, GRANDPARENTS OR MEN AND WOMEN WHO FOR WHATEVER THE REASON COULD NOT NOT MEET MILITARY REQUIREMENTS, STILL SERVED THE WAR EFFORT.

THE WOMEN KEPT THE HOMES FIRES BURNING AS THE PHRASE GOES, TILL THEIR HUSBANDS, SWEETHEARTS, BROTHERS, FATHERS CAME HOME.

MANY WOMEN WORKED IN MUNITION PLANTS MAKING WEAPONS OR MISSILES, ANYTHING THAT WAS NEEDED.

THINGS WERE RATIONED, THEY HAD TO MAKE DUE, SUGAR, BUTTER, FLOUR, MEAT. EVERYTHING HAS TO GO FOR THE WAR EFFORT. THE WOMEN FILLED SO MANY ROLES AND HAD TO DEAL WITH BABIES, CHILDREN, AIR RAIDS, TERRIBLE FEAR FOR THEMSELVES,THEIR CHILDREN, FAMILY AND ESPECIALLY ALL THE MEN AND HUSBANDS, WOMEN AND WIVES EHO WERE “OVER THEE”. GREAT OLD WAR SONG

🎼some sunny day 🎼…………

VERA LYNN AND MUSIC HELPED SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEASTS EVERYONE WAS DEALING WITH. IT IS READILY AVAILABLE ON WIKI SO HERE IT IS….MUSIC, OLD WAR SO GS, WWI PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OKD KIT BSG AND SMILE SMILE SMILE, WHILE YOURE A LUCIFER TO LIGHT YOUR FAG SMILE BOYS THATS THE STYLE………….USED TO SO G THAT WITH ELDERLY PATIENTS WHO HAD SERVED. I WOULD PLAY PIANO AND WE WOUKD SING ALL THE OLD SONGS, WHITE CLUFFS OF DOVER….

MUSIC TRULY IS THERAPY.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻…I AM IN TEARS AGAIN…😢😢😢😢

🔥 ALWAYS LUCIFER WAS A LIGHTER 🔥

🚬 FAG IS A CIGARETTE. 🚬 THATS WHAT I HAVE CALLED THEM MY ENTIRE LIFE MY DAD DID, NOW ITS BEEN PERVERTED, I HATE THAT.

See lyrics to Till We Meet Again…Vera Lynn

Drive the dark…

AFTER HMTQ MESSAGE TONIGHT, EVERYONE WHO COULD WENT OUT INTO THE STREETS TO SING THIS SONG, SO CENTRAL TO THE TIME. I READ DAME JOAN COLLINS WAS GOING TO LEAD IT FROM HER BALCONY. I SAW IT ON BBC WORLD, THEY SHOWED LONDON AND NUMEROUS PLACES LIVE. I PVR’ED IT. SO UNBELIEVABLY EMOTIONAL…..

NOT THAT IT IS ANYWHERE NEAR THE SANE THING BUT COVID-19 HAS SHOWN US HOW IN A SPLIT SECOND THE WORLD AS WE KNEW FLIPPED AND CHANGED IN A WAY NOBODY COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦………

BOY IT WAS A TEAM EFFORTS, SO MANY FRONTS, RUSSIAN, RÖMMEL THE DESERT FOX, GERMAN GENERAL IN NORTH AFRICA, JAPAN BROUGHT AMERICA FULLY INTO THE WAR AFTER THEY WERE ATTACKED ON DECEMBER 7/1941. KIDS I KNOW SO MUCH WWII HISTORY.

IT LITERALLY TOOK THE WORLD BANDING TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THE SATANIC EVIL THAT WAS NOT ONLY INVADING OTHER COUNTRIES AND CAUSING WAR BUT MY GOD, THE EXTERMINATION CAMPS…..AUSCHWITZ, BERGENBELSEN AND MANY MANY MORE. IF YOU GO ONLINE TO THE HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL, YOU CAN SEE AND READ MILLIONS OF STORIES OF MURDERED PEOPLE.

and all who fought ………

ALL WHO FOUGHT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. AS THE GENERATIONS PASS, WE MUST CONTINUE TO BE MINDFUL AND REMEMBER HOW OUR FREEDOM WAS OBTAINED. AS WINSTON CHURCHILL SAID “THOSE WHO FAIL TO LEARN FROM HISTORY ARE CONDEMNED TO REPEAT IT.”

a day like no other………

A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY. D DAY, JUNE 6/1944,. THE ALLIED FORCES HAD A MULTI-PRONGED ATTACK PLAN INVASION THOUSANDS KILLED BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT ONTO THE BEACH

I AM CRYING AGAIN. 😢😢😢IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, STEADY ON AND WATCH IT, YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. THEY HAD ACTUAL VETERANS FROM NORMANDY ADVISING. THE SCENE OF THE TENSION AND THE SHIPS APPROACH THE BEACH KNOWING FULL WELL THERE WERE SNIPERS…..THAT SCENE AND THAT FILM CHANGED ME FOREVER.

I ALSO HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND BAND OF BROTHERS. THE AIR FIGHTING SCENES ARE PHENOMENALLY DONE, IT PUTS YOU RIGHT THERE. IT IS DONE IN SEPARATE CHAPTERS /EPISODES, A BIT SIMILAR MEN. THE EPISODE “WHY WE FOUGHT” ITS UNBEARABLY EXCRUCIATING TO WATCH. SOME AMERICAN SOLDIERS, GOD BLESS THEM, COME UPON AN ABANDONED CAMP, WALKING SKELETONS…. THEY RAN TO TELL THEIR COMMANDING OFFICERS….YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THE REST OF THE EPISODE GOES.

at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

THIS IS A TIME FOR CUT AND PASTE, I AM WEEPING😢😢😭😭

The GreatWar 1914-1918

For the Fallen

Robert Laurence Binyon, by artist William Strang. (1)

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper

Plaque unveiled in 2003 at Polzeath to commemorate the place where For the Fallen is believed to have been composed. (2)

Laurence Binyon composed his best known poem while sitting on the cliff-top looking out to sea from the dramatic scenery of the north Cornish coastline. A plaque marks the location at Pentire Point, north of Polzeath. However, there is also a small plaque on the East Cliff north of Portreath, further south on the same north Cornwall coast, which also claims to be the place where the poem was written.

The poem was written in mid September 1914, a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. During these weeks the British Expeditionary Force had suffered casualties following its first encounter with the Imperial German Army at the Battle of Mons on 23 August, its rearguard action during the retreat from Mons in late August and the Battle of Le Cateau on 26 August, and its participation with the French Army in holding up the Imperial German Army at the First Battle of the Marne between 5 and 9 September 1914.

Laurence said in 1939 that the four lines of the fourth stanza came to him first. These words of the fourth stanza have become especially familiar and famous, having been adopted by the Royal British Legion as an Exhortation for ceremonies of Remembrance to commemorate fallen Servicemen and women.

Laurence Binyon was too old to enlist in the military forces but he went to work for the Red Cross as a medical orderly in 1916. He lost several close friends and his brother-in-law in the war.

🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 I KNOW IT IS FROM WWI BUT IT BEARS SHARING IN CASE IT IS UNFAMILAR🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

GOD BLESS HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE VI AND HER ROYAL HIGH ESS THE QUEEN AT THAT TIME, THE THE QUEEN MUM.

MAY THEY BOTH REST IN PEACE

GSTQAOBC 🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🇺🇸AND EVERY OTHER FLAG

I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT NEEDED TO.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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11. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!

MAY 9/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE#11. 1730 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “………

WE HAD A CLUE VERY SIMILAR TO THIS LAST SEASON…..ITS HIM JIM BUT NOT AS WE KNEW HIM….IF I RECALL CORRECTLY FROM MANY MONTHS AGO, AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE CRUISING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES RIGHT NOW🤣🤣🤣😂😂. JIM, IS CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, CLASSIC TV SHOW FROM THE 1960’s IT HAS HAD SUCH A MASSIVE WORLD IMPACT, STILL SPAWNING FILMS AND THE NEWEST TV SHOW WITH DARLING PATRICK STEWART 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰CALLED STAR TREK: PICARD, WHICH IS AWESOME BY THE WAY AND I NORMALLY HATE PROCEDURAL TELEVISION SHOWS.

AN UNLOCK, IS TO OPEN, BUT NOT THE USUAL WAY, A WAY TO ACCESS VITAL INFORMATION BUT IN A ROUNDABOUT NOVEL WAY. NOT REGULAR EVIDENCE OR SOMEONE SPILLING THE BEANS SO TO SPEAK. LG AND HIS TEAM HAVE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO GATHER THE FINAL, NAIL IN THE PROVERBIAL COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK, IN THE LEGAL MATTER OF BRINGING EVERYONE TO JUSTICE AND RIDDING HARRY AND THE ROYAL FAMILY, AND ALL OF US OF MADAM,,HER CRONIES AND BACKERS. SCALES ⚖️ JUSTICE.

on yer bike………

YER IS SPELLT THE SCOTTISH WAY. IS HARRY UP AT BALMORAL WITH CHARLES AND CAMILLA? OH YES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT! BY THE WAY, HOW AMAZING DID CHARLES AND CAMILLA LOOK YESTERDAY, MY MY MY, WHEN SHE LOOKED UP TO HEAVEN OH I HAD TEARS. I HAVE POSTULATED THIS BEFORE. I TRULY CAN SEE HIM BIKING AROUND, PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE HIM BE. SCOTLAND IS ITS OWN UNIQUE LIVE AND LET LIVE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS.

🎼that’s life,……🎼…………

ANOTHER GREAT SINATRA SONG, YOU’RE LOVING SINATRA NOW EH DEAR MM ANON? NEVER NOT A GREAT TIME FOR OLE BLUE EYES HIMSELF. I LOVE HIM, HE HAD SUCH A UNIQUE WAY OF PHRASING, THE VOICE LIKE A FINE SINGLE MALT, SMOOTH…DELICIOIS… THIS SONG IS ABOUT A GRIFTER, TRYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS IN LIFE NEVER QUITE MAKING IT BUT RESIGNED TO ACCEPTING THAT IS JUST THE WAY LIFE IS. NOW NOWHERE DOES IT SPEAK OF TREASON, SURROGATE, FAUXMEGNANCY, YOU GET WHERE I AM GOING. MADAM , HER CLAN, AND HER GANG OF ‘FRIENDS/BESTIES’ GIVE GRIFTING A WHOLE BRAND NEW MEANING. THIS HAS TO BE THE CON OF A THOUSAND YEARS, GRIFTING, LYING, OBFUSCATING, MANIPULATING, ALL ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN STORY TELLING HERE, THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT!! HYPOTHETICALLY, A CON OF THIS NATURE, WHEN THE LAW COMES A- CALLING , 👁 👁 👁 👁 👁, GREY SUITED GENTLEMEN, ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE, I HAD TO GET A BOND REFERENCE IN HERE. DID YOU KNOW THAT FILM WAS THE ONLY TIME THAT GEORGE LAZENBY PLAYED 007. BOND WAS HAPPILY MARRIED HIS WIFE WAS MURDERED BY SPECTRE?? MY MEMORY NOT SURE NOW BY WHO BUT IT SET UP THE WHOLE FUTURE FOR BOND DOING ANYTHING RISKING HIS LIFE FOR JUSTICE.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY REAL BONDS WHO HAVE RISKED AND LOST THEIR LIVES ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE AND MANY WHO CONTINUE TO. MADAM WILL NEVER EVER STOP BEING THE NARCISSIST THAT SHE IS AND WILL FOREVER BELIEVE SHE IS A VICTIM. THOSE WHO SERVE THE SIDE OF JUSTICE ARE JUST AS LASER FOCUSED, EXCEPT FOR THE GOOD NOT SELFISH EVIL. JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED. AGAIN I SAY, MOST WILL REMAIN CLASSIFIED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, HMTQ DOES NOT SUFFER FOOLS GLADLY, JUST REMEMBER THE PHOTO OF HER LOOKING AT MADAM, ON THE DAY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE, THAT FACIAL EXPRESSION SHOWS THE RESOLVE, AS LONG AS IT TAKES, JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED.

Bar Wars…………

THE OTHER DAY THE CLUE WAS THREE DUCHESSES WALKED ONTO A BAR, SINCE THEN I HAVE HAD VISIONS OF A DRUNK HIGH MADAM DANCING LEWDLY AROUND A POLE ON THE BAR🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BAR WARS RIFF ON STAR WARS….WE ARE ON A SPACE THEME TODAY. IS THAT WHERE CRIMINALS WILL BE SENT IN THE FITURE, PRISON ON MARS?

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS AGAIN I SAY, LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??🤨🤨🤨🧐🧐🧐IN AMERICA WHEN YOU GRADUATE LAW SCHOOL, IN ORDER TO PRACTICE, YOU NEED TO WRITE THE BAR EXAM, THEN YOU GET YOUR LICENSE FOR THAT STATE. NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LICENSE IN ONE STATE DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY ENTITLE YOU TO PRACTICE LAW IN ANOTHER. SOMETIMES IF YOU ACT AS CO-COUNSEL, YOU CAN. I DO NOT KNOW IF SOME STATES AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT YOU OR IF EVERY SINGLE STATE HAS THEIR OWN BAR EXAM, BUT SOME DO BECAUSE THE LAWS VARY DRAMATICALLY, AND LOUISIANA HAS PARISHES NOT COUNTIES ETC. ANYHOW WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I AM ONLY TALKING AMERICA BECAUSE SHE IS AN AMERICAN, AND WORKED ON A LAW TV SHOW SO THAT EQUATES WITH HER BEHIND A LAW EXPERT WORLDWIDE😁😁😁

THIS IS A HUGE LONG WINDED TANGENTIAL EXPLANATION,WHICH IS TYPICAL 💜💜😁😁PG😊😊💜💜 RIGHT, I KNOW YOU KIDS LOVE IT. THIS IS THE MOS LAWSUIT, ANNULMENT/DIVORCE, THE LONG LIST OF PENDING LEGAL CHARGES, YOU KNOW , I WONT GO INTO EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE. MAKE NO MISTAKE THIS IS WAR, SHE IS FIGHTING BECAUSE SHE IS RIGHT AND DESERVES EVERYTHING BECAUSE SHE IS SPECIAL, WAY MORE SPECIAL THAT ANYONE ELSE AND SHE IS BEING TREATED UNFAIRLY , INSERT 🙄ROLLS NOW.

BUT THE BIGGER WAR, IS THE SPIRITUAL WAR GOING ON BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, I, WITH ALL MY HEART💜💜, BELIEVE THAT IS THE REAL WAR HERE. ATTACKING THE CHRISTIAN MONARCHY BY DARK EVIL AGENDAS FOR POWER, CONTROL, MONEY AND LAWS CHANGING. HMTQ NEEDS TO BE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 FOR AS WELL AS ALL THOSE WORKING ON THE SIDE OF JUSTICE.

survival of the fit-test……………”

DARWIN, WAY BACK WHEN, HIS THEORY ON EVOLUTION , KEY PART OF NATURE OF LIFE, SURVIVAL, ACTUAL SURVIVAL AS IN REMAINING ALIVE AND PROCREATING THE SPECIES DEPENDED UPON THE FITTEST STRONGEST OF THE SPECIES.

HERE WE HAVE FIT TEST. MADAME’S SURVIVAL DEPENDS UPON HER BEING FIT, MENTALLY FIT. I BELIEVE DURING THE COURSE OF THIS RECENT MENTAL HEALTH HOLD , SHE WILL HAVE BEEN FULLY ASSESSED, AND I BELIEVE, GOING OUT ON A LIMB, BUT I DID WORK IN THAT FIELD FOR 20+ YEARS SHE WILL ABSOLUTELY BE DIAGNOSED AS NPD, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, WHICH IS AN AXIS II DIAGNOSIS, A DISORDER BUT NOT NOT NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS. AXIS I DIAGNOSES ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES. SHE MAY HAVE CO—MORBIDITY UNDER AXIS III OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE OR HOBBIES. EATING DISORDER MAY BE IN PLAY SOMEWHERE AS WELL . I FEEL VERY STRONGLY SHE WILL BE MENTALLY ASSESSED AS COMPETENT TO STAND TRIAL SHOULD THERE BE ONE.

I MENTIONED THIS THE OTHER DAY AND IN SEASON ONE. I BELIEVE THE STAR CHAMBER HAS BEEN ACTIVE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. I RECALL LAST SEASON, KIDS THAT IS HOW I AM DIFFERENTIATING MM ANON’S SERIES OF RIDDLES. LAST SEASON, NETTY WAS MENTIONED NUMEROUS TIMES OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BARON MALDON, IAIN DUNCAN BURNETT, THE CURRENT CHIEF JUSTICE OF ENGLAND AND WALES. WE HAD ‘9 of the 13 are solid’. I RECALL INTERPRETING TO MEAN THE CHARGES. AT ANY RATE BACK ALL THE WAY TO SURVIVAL OF THE FIT TEST, SHE WILL BE DETERMINED AS FIT!!!

💜💜NOW A PENNY WILL GO TO ANYONE WHO CAN REPLY PROPERLY TO THIS💜💜

😁���😁😁😁FIT LIKE LOON??😁😁😁😁😁

“a vulgar mansion “……………

ANYWHERE MADAM IS VULGAR FOLLOWS. THIS WHOLE TYLER PERRY LOANING THEM HIS MANSION IN L.A. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TYLER PERRY LIVES IN ATLANTA HE HAS MADE BILLIONS IF TV AND FILM BOTH ACTING BUT THE REAL MONEY IS PRODUCTION. ALL THOSE MADEA FILMS THATS TYLER PERRY. THE FIRST ONE WAS HILARIOUS, CALLED DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN, DOUBLE ENTENDRE OF MAD AS IN EMOTIONAL AND MAD BECAUSE HE DUMPED HER. THE SCENE WHERE MADEA , THE GRANDMOTHER, TAKES A CHAINSAW TO THE HUSBANDS FURNITURE AND CUTS IT IN HALF IS HILARIOUS. THE MADEA GRANDMA WAS SO POPULAR IT SPAWNED FILMS. SO TYLER IS EXTREMELY WEALTHY. I SEE NO REASON WHY HE WOULD GET INVOLVED WITH MADAM UNLESS SHE HAS SOMETHING OR SUNSHINE SACHS DOES. THIS WHOLE PR GARBAGE HAS REALLY OPENED MY EYES WOWZA!!

PERRY IS THICK AS THIEVES WITH OPRAH AND GK. I REMEMBER YEARS AGO, HE GAVE THEM EACH A BESPOKE WHITE BENTLEY EACH.

Spider sandwiches………

IS GEORGE STILL JONESING FOR A SPIDER SANDWICH? I WONDER IF CATHERINE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO MAKE THEM. I CAN SEE BREAD, BLACK LICORICE FOR THE LEGS, RED DOTS FOR THE EYES ETC ETC. I HOPE IT HAPPENED. SO MANY PARENTS HAVE BEEN WILDLY CREATIVE AND CHILDREN TOO!!DURING THIS STAY HOME TIME.

an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ………

I WROTE AT LENGTH ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY. OUR CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. THEY ARE PUTTING TOGETHER AN EXHIBIT ENTITLED HOLD STILL. IT WILL CONSIST OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS THAT THE PUBLIC CAN ENTER DOCUMENTING THEIR TIME DURING THE PANDEMIC. IT WILL CONSIST OF A WIDE VARIETY I AM CERTAIN AND WILL BE EXTREMELY MOVING. AS I SAID THE OTHER DSY, I HOPE THEY PUBLISH A BOOK WITH THESE PHOTOS , I WOULD BUY THAT IN A HOT MINUTE AND THE MONEY COULD GO TO THE NHS OR CHARITY. EXCELLENT WORK CATHERINE BRAVO INDEED!! SHE IS AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPHER, THE PHOTOS SHE TOOK FOR HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY , UTILIZING THE PAINTING, THE GIRL WITH THE PEARL EARRING BY DUTCH PAINTER VERMEER AS INSPIRATION FOR HER PHOTO OF A DUTCH SURVIVOR WAS BRILLIANT.

now that’s TRUE grit……………

TRUE GRIT…GREAT OLD JOHN WAYNE FILM. LOVED IT. TRUE GRIT, MEANS BACKBONE, INTEGRITY, NEVER QUITTING WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, SEEING THINGS THROUGH UNTIL THE END. I SEE THIS AS ALL OF US, DOING OUR BEST TO COMPLY AND SURVIVE NOT ONLY PHYSICALLY BUT FINANCIALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND IN EVERY WAY DURING THIS PANDEMIC. OUR WORLD HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. MANY HORRIBLE DEATHS AND FAMILIES SPLIT, UNABLE TO HAVE PROPER FUNERALS, ALTERNATE GRIEF STYLES. BUT SOOO MANY BLESSINGS IF ONE LOOKS FOR THEM…. TRUE GRIT………WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GET GOING💜💜💜💜💜💜

be- bop-a-loo-la RIP………

LITTLE RICHARD RIP, HE JUST PASSED AWAY …I STARTED SINGING THE MINUTE I READ THIS. SHES MY BABY, BE BOP A LOOO LAH DONT MEAN MAYBE… BE BOP A LOO LAH SHE MY BABY DOLL MY BABY DOLL. THIS IS DIRECT REFERENCE TO THE LOSS OF A GREAT MUSICIAN. IT IS ALSO A REFERENCE TO ARCHFICIAL AND MADAM HAVING ONLY A DOLL IN A BOX SOMEWHERE, NO BABY, NOT THAT SHE CARES AND MISSES THAT CHILD .

The Serenity prayer……

GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. MY GRANDMA HAD THIS HANGING ON THE WALL IN THE NURSING HOME. I WAS LITTLE MAYBE 7? WE WOULD GO VISIT HER ON SUNDAYS, I WAS ALWAYS SCARED, THE PLACE SMELLT FUNNY, PEOPLE WERE YELLING OUT, AS A CHILD IT WAS SCARY. MY PARENTS SPOKE TO HER IN HER LANGUAGE WHICH I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND, SO I LOOKED AROUND. I REMEMBER READING THAT OVER AND OVER. I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT PLAQUE. I TRULY BELIEVE THIS IS ONE IF THE BASIC THINGS IN LIFE YET MOST OF US STRUGGLE WITH TRYING TO CHANGE THINGS OR PEOPLE EVRN THOUGH WE KNOW INTELLECTUALLY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. I THINK OUR PARADIGM OF LIFE, AND WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT HAVE SHIFTED DUE TO THE PANDEMIC. I SEE GREAT THINGS COULD COME OF THIS. FIRSTLY AS WE NURSES HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR DECADES NOW, WE NEED BETTER STAFFING IN LONG TERM CARE. HOW WE RELATE TO ONE ANOTHER, HELPING OUR NEIGHBOURS. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH FAITH IN THE CHANGES YET TO COME. YES THERE ARE SCAMMERS ALWAYS WILL BE BUT LET USCTRY TO FOCUS ON GOID THINGS. AS PHILLIPIANS SAYS IN HOLY SCRIPTURE, WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE RIGHTEOUS , WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE TRUE..THINK ON THESE THINGS. I AM PARAPHRASING BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN😊.

thank you for this forum xxxxx……………

THIS IS A GREAT FORUM FOR SELF EXPRESSION, PRAYER, LAUGHTER, ROYALTY, ANYTHING. THIS IS A GODLY PLACE. A PLACE OF LOVE SND ACCEPTANCE AND WE ARE SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK MM ANON.

it will end ,…one day!

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE. WE HAVE TO KEEP THE FSITH, KEEP PRAYING FOR HMTQ, HARRY AND THE FAMILY. PRAY JUSTICE IS DONE. WHAT IS DARK AND HIDDEN THE LIGHT SHALL EVENTUALLY FIND.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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12. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

MAY 10/2020

💐💐HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MUMS, THOSE WHO MOTHER IN ALTERNATE WAYS ETC💐💐

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #12. 2225 HRS CST

KIDS, I TRULY APOLOGIZE IT IS SO LATE, I HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE STOMACHE BUG TODAY AND IT HAS NOT LEFT ME. I WILL DO MY BEST, AS I KNOW YOU ALL WAIT FOR IT AND ENJOY IT💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months

UNCERTAINTY SURROUNDS THIS CHILD, SEX, AGE, NAME, WHERE HE OR SHE IS, WHO WAS THE GENETIC EGG DONOR, THE GENETIC SPERM DONOR, THE SURROGATE AND WHO NOW IS CARING FOR SAID CHILD. WE DO KNOW WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY THAT BOTH MADAM AND THE CHILD SHE PRESENTED IN THE BIDEO ARE BOTH NOT THE AGE THEY ARE STATED TO BE. ONE OF A ZILLION LIES AND FACTS OBFUSCATED.

hospitality will become inhospitable …………

THE SAYING GOES, GUESTS ARE LIKE FISH, AFTER THREE DAYS THEY START TO STINK. WHEREVER MADAM IS COUCH CRASHING NOW, THEY ARE GETTING ENOUGH OF HER AND WANT HER TO GO ELSEWHERE. I CANNOT IMAGINE ONE MINUTE OF HER PRESENCE.

the R factor …………

TONIGHT U.K. PM BORIS JOHNSON SPOKE TO THE COUNTRY REVEALING HIS GOVERNMENT’S PLAN FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS. EACH POSSIBLE REACTION, COMES WITH AN R, OR RESPONSE. BASICALLY GOING BACK A STEP IF COVID-19 CASES INCREASE. PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY CONFUSED. GO TO WORK, BUT NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. GO TO THE PARK, BEACH, BUT NO GUIDELINES FOR SEEING FAMILY. IT SEEMS VERY CONFUSING TO ME REALLY.

“Henry, don’t do that”. ……

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE SONG, THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET DEAR HENRY DEAR HENRY……DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER THAT? IT IS ANOLD FUN SONG.SO OUR HARRY’S FIRST MAME IS HENRY BUT HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN CALLED THAT.

DID YOU KNOW KING HENRY VIII HAD A WELL DOCUMENTED RECORD OF ISOLATING HIMSELF FROM TIME TO TIME? HE IN GSCT HAD SECRET PRIVATE ROOMS WITH BOOKS, HIS MUSIC INSTRUMENTS TO OCCUPY HIMSELF. THERE IS A NEW BOOK BY ELERI LYNN, WHO CURATES THE ROYAL DRESS COLLECTION AT HISTORIC ROYAL PALACES. SHE PRESENTS BOTH KING HENRYVIII AND DAUGHTER, ELIZABETH I TOOK GREAT SOLACE IN THESE QUITE SMALL SPACES. THEY ENJOYED COURT AND ALL THINGS SOCITO BE SURE, BUT THEIR QUIET REFUGES WERE SPECIAL.

SO THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE, WHO IS THE SPEAKER OR WRITER? WHO CALLS HIM HENRY? A GRANDFATHER PERHAPS? I WONDER IF THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAS BEEN IN TOUCH AND ENCOURAGING OUR HARRY DURING THIS PANDEMIC ON TOP OF ALL HE HAS BEEN COPING WITH. WISE WORDS FROM A GRANDFATHER TO NOT TOTALLY ISOLATE BUT USE SOCIAL MEDIA ETC TO CONNECT WITH HIS BELOVED FAMILY. I KNOW INTEAD MANY MANY COMMENTS OF CONCERN FOR HIM AFTER THE LAST VIDEO HE RELEASED REGARDING VE DAY 75TH ANNIVERSARY.

return to school??? ……………

PRIMARY 1 AND 6 MAY RETURN IN JUNE. BUT WHAT ABOIT THE OTHERS.THERE ARE SO MANY UNCERTAINTIES. THE RISK OF RUSHING THIS IS TO ME UNNECESSARY, ESPECIALLY REGARDING SCHOOL, ITS ALMOST SUMMER BREAK, JUST LEAVE IT BE!!

no guidelines ……………

PEOPLE IN THE U.K. ARE MORE CONFUSED THAN EVER NOW, AFTER THE PM’S ADDRESS. CAN BE OUT WITH STRANGERS BUT VERY UNCLEAR GUIDELINES, IF NOT COMPLETELY UNSTATED GUIDELINES FOR FAMILY. GO BACK TO WORK, BUT DO NOT USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IE THE TUBE, USES, UBER ETC ETC. THIS MAKES FOR GREAT UNCERTAINTY IN A CITY THE SIZE OF LONDON, WHO HAS PRETTY MUCH THE POPULATION OF MY ENTIRE COUNTRY🇨🇦. THIS IS SUCH A RISKY SITUATION, SO MANY DEATHS AND HIGH TRANSMISSION RATE, EVERYONE MUST BE BESIDE THEMSELVES TRYING TO PROCESS THINGS SND MAKE DECISIONS. TRULY LIFE AND DEATH DECISIONS!

be alert,the country needs lerts………… THIS IS FUNNY🤣🤣😂😂😂, COULD BE A TSHIRT OR BUMER STICKER. DO THEY STILL MAKE BUMPER STICKERS? HUMOUR IS THE UNCERTAINTY, LACK OF CLARITY AND DIRECTION ON WHAT TO DO, HOW TO DO IT OR NOT DO THINGS. THE RISE, GLOBALLY OF CHILDREN FALLING ILL, WITH PRESENTATION SIMILAR TO KAWASAKI DISEASE IS SHOWING THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AND ALL OF US THAT THIS ROSY ASSESSMENT OF CHILDREN BEING MINIMALLY AFFECTED BY THIS VIRUS IS BEARING OUT TO NOT BE CORRECT. THE INCUBATION TIME SEEMS LONGER AND THE ENVIRONMENT OVERLOADED WITH THE SHEER VASTNESS OF VIRAL PRESENCE IS TERRIFYING.

risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety THIS HAS BEEN AND CONTINUES TO BE ESSENTIAL. DIFFERENT PROVINCES IS 🇨🇦 ARE APPROACHING TESTING DIFFERENTLY, RESUMPTION OF MORE THINGS SLOW RETURNING TO OPERATION IN ORDER TO KICKSTART THE ECONOMY . PUBLIC SAFETY IS STILL PARAMOUNT, UT IT SEEMS SOME ISSUES HAVE BECOME POLITICISED, WHICH IS EXTREMELY CONCERNING.

it’s the economy,stupid!! …………

THE JOB LOSS NUMBERS AND CLOSING OF THE ECONOMY HAS BROUGHT ON NEARLY UNPRECEDENTED WOES. IT IS ESSENTIAL THE ECONOMY BE REOPENED. HOWEVER BALANCING THAT WITH THE VERY REAL LIFE AND DEATH SITUATIONS AND CHOICES WILL HAVE MAJOR EFFECTS, BOTH IN THE SHORT TERM AND THE LONG TERM AS WELL.

test, Trace and isolate. …………

THIS IS THE BIGGEST ISSUE, MANY JURISDICTIONS ARE DOING THINGS SO DIFFERENTLY. EITHER THE NASAL/ESOPHAGEAL SWAB TEST OR THE FINGER PRICK SEROLOGY TESTS. THERE HAVE BEEN MAJOR ISSUES OF OBTAINING THE REAGENT NEEDED TO TEST THE ACTUAL SAMPLE. ASSESSING THE PRESENCE AND PREVALENCE IN EACH AREA IS VITAL SO DURING THE REOPENING PHASE, THINGS CAN BE REDACTED IF NECESSARY. ISOLATION HAS BEEN KEY TO MINIMIZING THE SPREAD OF THE BEAST OF THIS CORONA VIRUS STRAIN COVID-19. TRULY, UNTIL THERE IS A PROVEN EFFECT VACCINE, MANY PEOPLE WITH COMPROMISED IMMUNE SYSTEMS, LATER IN LIFE AND OTHER PRE-EXISTING HEALTH CONDITIONS MAY HAVE TO ISOLATE UNTIL THAT TIME. IT IS A TERRIFYING THOUGHT KIDS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

a silver lining 🌈🌈. THERE ARE ALWAY ALWAYS ALWAYS IN EVERY SITUATION IF YOU CHOOSE TO SEEK THEM. GOD GAVE US THE RAINBOW AS A COVENANT, THAT AFTER THE GREAT FLOOD AND NOAH HAD BUILT THE ARK, ALL SPECIES OF ANIMALS AND HIS FAMILY SURVIVED. THE RAINBOW IS A BLESSING, LOVE SHOW AND A COVENANT. WE HAVE SEEN AMAZING THINGS, LONG TERM HEAKTH CARE WORKERS FINALLY GETTING RECOGNITION FOR THEIR HARD WORK AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC LEARNING HOW POORLY STAFFING LEVELS ARE. THE CHANGE FROM HOLLYWOOD HEROES TO MEDICAL STAFF, LONG HAUL DRIVERS WHO BRING FOOD AND SUPPLIES. THOSE WHO WORK IN FOID STORES, PHARMACIES, RETAIL, ALL THE THINGS WE DEPEND ON DAILY!! TILL NOW, MOST OF US BARELY GAVE IT A THOUGHT OF HOW BLESSED WE ARE , THOSE OF US WHO LIVE IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES. COLONEL TOM, HIS FUNDRAISING, THE CLAPPING, THE TREMENDOUS SENSE OF COMMUNITY, PEOPLE HELPING ONE ANOTHER ETC ETC ETC ETC. THERE ARE MILLIONS OF EXAMPLES OF HOW HUMAN BEINGS ACROSS THE GLOBE HAVE STEPPED UP. MANY THINGS WERE HALTED, WE COUKD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS HAVE FORESEEN. I HAVE A STRONG FAITH AND I BELIEVE THAT AS WE SLOWLY RETURN TO ‘NORMAL LIFE’ WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. WORK PATTERNS WILL CHANGE, HOW WE INTERACT WILL REMAIN CHANGED, I THINK WE SHALL CONTINUE TO SEE MARVELLOUS THINGS HAPPEN. WE MUST REMEMBER THE GREATT LOSSES AND SACRIFICE AND FAMILIES CANNOT GRIEVE IN THE NORMAL FASHION.THEY WILL CONTINUE TO NEED PRAYER, AND ON E ABLE, HUGS, VISITS, HOT MEALS BROUGHT TO THEM ETC ETC. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

[kaiju-z]

Seon Adventures Episode 16: On The Road To Crystalgate

So, this one took a bit to get to, due to my want to finish part of a personal project. But here we are!

It is the morning after the Flurry x 2 battle.

The party are awake, fully rested, healed and feeling stronger than before!

After breakfast is eaten and everyone is ready, the lot of the Cultbusters + Ficus load up on the carriage and take to the road once more. The ROAD TO CRYSTALGATE CITY! (play that funky tune!)

After what feels like an eternity of baby related humor, with the party basically agreeing that Luctan is Dadtan, they reach a fortified settlement, along the river’s path. Thick 30 to 40ft tall walls protect it from incursions and tents surround a proper building resembling an inn.  On the outside of the walled part, there’s only one entrance, a big wooden gate. This is the town of Cidinium.

Asking around, part out of curiosity for local lore and part to get information on the baby, Luctan learns that the tents belong to the relatives of the soldiers.  Quite common for families to stop here, see their loved ones, check on them, see their kids. Asking one of the soldiers in particular, regarding the elven family,  the battlescarred, green haired Half-Orc remembers seeing a few coming and going. They think they remember someone vaglue matching the description leaving a few days ago.

During the queary, we learn that Peppery Pete had magically appeared in the man’s room, which is a welcome reprieve from the grim topic of the child’s family. Luctan learns that up, along the way there is an orphanage that they could leave the little one, if they don’t find relatives of his. Though it is possible that the elves they saw were sent down to Sa Doma, from this outpost.

Luctan gives instructions to retrieve and burry the bodies, maybe ask around, otherwise for his own people, in case they too fell victims to Ogres.

During the conversation Ficus holds a firm, encouraging hand on Belli’s shoulder, as she is not on good terms with authorities.

And the party moves along.

On the way to Lebovia, the formentioned place with the orphanage, Mournimar admits that he feels sick of nature, given the most recent experience. Burk, on the other hand, feels alright in it,fine with it even. It’s just that he doesn’t like anything in it. With the exception of Rimefang.

Rimefang is special

Belli offers to cut Mournimar’s hair, after he talks of wanting it shortened, some...

But. Ah.

Some failed instructions on Ficus and Luctan’s part later cause the poor Bard to cut a bit too much, giving Mournimar that short hair.

(He basically becomes Steve Harrington from Stranger Things. Mournimar is Tiefling Steve).

Key phrases used later and Ficus gets dissed by Belli for his hair choice and Luctan suffers a bad case of the war-flashbags at the mention of “cut tail”, having to then be moved, off the reigns of the horses and in the passanger cart for some R & R with Archie and Orion, the orange cats. One familiar, one normal kitty.

Urged by Mournimar, Belli sits with Luck and apologizes for what happened. Luck, in cat heaven, tells her no hard feelings were had over the phrasing.  Luctan DJ scratch-pats the cats and just nods to Belli. (and that’s where we get that photo, y’all).

The path to Lebovia is very uneventful for the next few days, 3 to be exact, it’s very chill, even. But they get there and Luctan does some more queary-snooping.

But sadly, it’s hard to tell. He gets left with the impression that maybe they were from either Sa Doma or Gorrum.

The party agree to take a rest in Lebovia, with Luctan opting to hold onto the baby, until he is sure he has run out of leads.

The party split to three rooms, with Ficus and Amelia having a conversation in the one they end up in (super secret chat convo!), Ficus very much offering his “services” to Luctan, but the disguised tiefling isn’t in the mood (given the fatherly duties over young Chucklefuck, how could he?!).

Luctan and Burk share a conversation, where Luctan learns a bit about Burk’s enemies, the two remaining. The Golliath appeared quite generic, for his folk. Big, gray and swole. The Half-Elf appears to be with red war paint to make the eyes look shallow/bloody, very shortly cropped black hair, near bald and 5’9” in height. No names given. "I didn’t exactly ask them, while they were slaughtering my people.” answered Burk.

Understanding, Luctan offers to teach Burk to read, something Burk will keep in mind.

On the next day, on the path along Lebovia, Belli and Ficus would know of a cut-off path that goes to the rich people area. Belli promises “no robberies”. Using the air quotes as she speaks.

As they go around Gorrum, they see a silhouette of a military complex, where weapons for the army get forged. Barracks that go several stories high and they can hear military drills being enhanced with thaumaturgy. Shit’s whack, yo.

No one really wants to talk with Luctan about the baby. They all kinda look weirdly at the party, except for Luctan.

Whack.

As vengeance for the way the guy treats the party, Belli has Orion, in seagull form, shit on the guy’s head. Then in the eye. And then, through Thaumaturgy, thanks to Mournimar, ruin the man’s reputation by having Orion say, in the guy’s voice “Oh, shit! I have chlamydia!”

The chaos trio have a good laugh on the way back to the cart, before they continue on their way with the rest of the party. “Don’t Frick with the Clique”, as Belli puts it.

As the party travel up the road, Burk, Amelia and Mournimar notice a kind of, unmoving large shape tucked into a corner. Mournimar gets a bit closer and sees a human woman, lying against a tree with an arrow straight through her chest, pinning her to the tree.

Mournimar checks the woman to see if she’s alive. She doesn’t seem to be breathing. Way less blood comes out of the wound, once Mournimar removes it. Cure Wounds don’t work.

In her hand is a small folded envelope. Belli takes the envelope, there’s a wax seal and only Belli can make a check on  it (Ficus would have recognized is as well, but he rolled a Nat 1, so it didn’t matter).

Her parents mentioned The Triad, back in the day, a group of really high class exclusive bards, but they were never allowed in, which was strange, since they were always allowed places. Hoity-Toity elven bards.

The name and address on the paper is N. Braville, Shadowspire Manor, Platinum District, Crystalgate.

This is a letter for Nelatha! The words “Quick and Urgent” quite evident on the paper!    (congrats, guys! We got a dellivery quest!)

With her base perception,  Amelia finds a coinpurse with 15 gold and 2 platinum, while Luctan’s eyes fall on a dagger (that boy loves him some pointy weapons). 

It, the coin purse, has the emblem of the Messenger’s guild, but it’s embroidered in golden silk and based on the badges she has, she’s a high ranking messenger of the guild.

The dagger itself is fairly normal, but it does hold the name  “ leliana “ in Elven, which Mournimar translates for him.

Seeng as the kill is quite fresh and a pursuer is surely nearby, the party decide to burry the body and make their way to Crystalgate, warn the Messenger guild of their fallen comrade and also deliver the letter to Nel. 

On the way, Belli sends a message to Nel, regarding what happened.

With the knowledge that the Narah girl can cast Message, Nel “can’t wait” to get more messages from Belli. She will wait for their arrival. She’s with her mom for the next few days. She’ll see them then.

Belli mimics Nel’s voice to the party. Amelia’s eye twitches during this bit.

The party head north a bit, up the stream, after this. The sun is setting earlier than expected, so we camp, before reaching the Narah mansion.

Deciding on Turns, Mournimar takes the first, with nothing eventful occuring. Luctan follows, with Ficus and Belli to be after him.

...

DURING LUCTAN’S TURN!

During Luctan’s watch, he notices that there’s a slight shake, from the brush nearby. There seems to be disturbed earth.  From walking around the rocky alcove, what seems to initially be a weirdly shaped dog, with a weird, bulbous head, turns out to be a canine with 2 heads. (Yeah, given Luctan’s Human/Tiefling personas, that is oddly apt for him to find).

One head growls at Luctan, the other carries a piece of parchment, staring at him.  It walks towards him as he wonders, to no aveil, what this being is, exactly. 

It comes towards him, slowly. It drops the scroll 10ft from where they’ré camped and then backs up.

Luctan approaches, takes the scroll and-

On the inside, in very neat letters, it says (DEEZ NUTS!!! Nah, nah, just kidding. It says:) “Give me the letter and have it be over with.”

Luctan writes a message back, drops the scroll at the dog, the dog clearly isn’t happy. It waits a few seconds, expecting something. Luctan just smiles. The dog eventually rises to it’s feet and howls from both heads.

Dex saves time-

Out of nowhere, a powerful fireball strikes upon the sleeping party.  Amelia, Mournimar and Belli each take 30 points of fire damage. A small spark flies from behind a rock from the south and encompasses the whole camp.

Pained, from the blast, which equally hurts him and Burk, for 15 damage, Luctan delivers his Hellish Rebuke in the direction of the caster. “CASTIGARE DI INFERNALIS!”. And causes some damage to the wily green dressed mage.

Enraged, Burk charges the wizard and swings with his axe. Recklessly, he slashes and strikes, adding on his pint sized fury onto the blow. The initial attack succeeds, but as a reaction, Burk’s second attack is blocked by the guy.

Panicking over the damage Belli,  Amelia and Mournimar took, Luctan’s body begins to glow. He reaches a hand out towards his friends as strange patterns of golden light appear over him, his disguised eyes flashing purple as he casts, for the first time ever, “Healing Word” with a powerful “No”, directed at Belli.

Confused over what had just happened, he quickly re-focuses on the sudden combat that’s begun and, with Burk handling the wizard, he charges the dog, putting it in a grapple, catching each of it’s heads. He brings the two headed dog down and commands it to “Sit”.

Rimefang, not liking the fire, makes distance between himself and the party, taking Archie the Cat along with him to safety. 

The mage, on his turn, terrified by the raging barbarian, slams his hand against the ground and brings up huge chunks of hale and Burk takes half the damage of the blast. 4 bludgeoning damage and 22 cold damage.

(Yeah, ok, so this is my bad, but I misremembered the events and initially thought the Cone of Cold was what came first?!) 

He winks at Burk and disappears into mist. And reappears on top of the rock, 20ft high.

(After out of character we agree that The Monk Dunk is the in-universe version of the fastball special), a wounded Amelia approaches Burk and offers to throw him at the wizard. Burk agrees, but the throw isn’t very productive. Burk is too beefy, ok?!

Instead, Amelia takes to her darts and strikes the man.

He looks signifigantly hurt, while Amelia wades through the difficult terrain of the Cone of Cold’s radius.

- Belli, on her turn, casts her Trademark "Sleep” on the man. This attempts reveals to the party that the man bust be elven or half-elf in race, as he shrugs it off with ease. Elves really only needing meditation to pass their time.

On her turn, Belli gives Burk one of her inspirational kazoo songs, while Ficus rises to his feet and charges the hound that Luctan grapples. With a miss, however, he takes the expedius action to make distance between himself and a very disappointed Luctan, who appears to have some pity for the two headed animal.

Mournimar’s turn. He fires his bow, shooting a sneaky arrow at the mage, piercing his body. With a second arrow, he strikes again, arrowing the magic man in the chest.

In the meanwhile of all this, a winded, wounded Morgan takes to stand before Belli. The dire wolf seems to barely keep himself vertical as he growls at the elven magic user.

(And for those wondering, according to the DM, the baby is tite, nestled between Luctan’s back and his shield. I guess you could say Luctan has a constant backpack for the little one.

On Burk’s turn, the little green man climbs like a beast up the rocks that the wizard had climbed up to and shoves said wizard off the 20ft rock. With a thud, he drops. 

Feeling inspired by Belli’s music, and using his spiked elbows, Burk takes a dive.

SMASHING on top of the winded and prone mage, thus giving us the debut of The Cragreaver People’s Elbow!

Due to the imact, the man’s head bounces sideways and he avoids what could very well have been a mortal strike by the goblin.

Asking if Morgan’s ok, Luctan heals him with another Healing Word. Then glares at the dog, trying to wrestle free from his grip and, glaring, he shouts, using thaumaturgy. “HEEL!”

The Dog of Janus promptly whimpers at the command of the tiefling as Rimefang joins at Luctan’s side, hissing and  threatening with his wings.

Panicking, the mage brings a crystal out of his pocket, holds it to his mouth, wreathes through it and fires a 60ft cone of yet again!

The cone strikes Burk and Amelia, with the latter taking 32 damage, while the former reduces said damage to 16. The blow was too strong for the monk, however and she drops, her body amidst the ice.

Amelia’s will keeps her in just enough to succeed on a death saving throw...

She’s down, but not out completely and as we get to this part.

We end on this cliffhanger.

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[splendidlyimperfect]

It’s been thirteen years since Natsu and Gray met in a program for troubled youth - since they both fell apart and helped put each other back together. Now they’re married and happy, loving each other and the shared family they found. But the past doesn’t always stay past, and when the things that broke them come back into their lives, Natsu and Gray have difficult decisions to make - ones that could change their lives forever.

Chapter Summary:  Gray confronts Natsu about hiding the truth.

Chapters (8/?):  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 Rating: Mature Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Laxus Dreyar/Freed Justine Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Freed Justine, Laxus Dreyar, Wendy Marvell, Chelia Blendy, Ultear Milkovich, Lyon Vastia, Lucy Heartfilia Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Aged-Up Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Married Couple, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Drug Addiction, Mental Health Issues, Foster Care, Family Issues, Tumblr: FTLGBTales, Grief/Mourning, Childhood Trauma, Bipolar Disorder, Adoption, Families of Choice, Nonbinary Character, Trans Character, Genderfluid Character, Forgiveness, Absent Parents, they’re really in love but are sometimes dumb, Natsu is a stubborn shit Series: Part 14 of the only hope for me is you, Part 3 of if you jump i’ll break your fall

**TW for references to past self-harm and past suicide attempt

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Gray sat in the corner of the couch, staring at Natsu’s phone on the coffee table and trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach. Ultear was gone. She’d left with the promise to call with an update on the meeting with the social worker, and now Gray was alone in the apartment with only his thoughts and a heavy ache in his chest.

Part of him wanted to leave – wanted to go drive around the city, or call Freed to talk, or visit Ryos. Anything but wait here for Natsu and the inevitable confrontation. Gray wanted to cry, but he already felt worn out and exhausted.

Eventually Gray fell asleep on the couch and was woken by a gentle hand on his shoulder. Natsu was sitting next to him and Gray immediately pushed himself up, searching Natsu’s face. He looked tired.

“Hey, Snowflake,” Natsu said softly. His brow furrowed as he brushed Gray’s hair out of his face. “You okay?”

Gray swallowed. The words were nearly out of his mouth – Lyon’s getting out of prison and I don’t know what to do. Instead he looked over at the coffee table where Natsu’s phone was sitting next to his. Natsu followed his gaze, and the concern on his face quickly turned to a mix of guilt and anger. Gray felt like he was going to be sick.

“You left your phone at home,” Gray said quietly, shifting into the corner of the couch and wrapping his arms around himself. “I was trying to call you.”

Natsu didn’t say anything, just looked hesitantly between the phone and Gray. He started to pick at his nails and Gray immediately reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Don’t do that.”

Natsu tensed and Gray thought for a second that he might pull away, but he let Gray take his hand and stared at their entwined fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gray asked quietly. The words felt heavy. “You lied to me.”

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Natsu swallowed, pulling his hand away from Gray’s and rubbing his face. Gray could feel tears in his eyes he blinked to keep them from falling.

“You were looking through my phone?” Natsu asked eventually, voice rough.

“I didn’t mean to,” Gray said, shaking his head. “It was just—the notification was there. And you always use my phone to check stupid stuff online, I’ve—you’ve never hid anything from me before.”

Natsu stood up, running his hands through his hair and pacing away from the couch. Gray could see the tension in his shoulders as he stared at the phone on the table, saying nothing, just chewing his lip.

“Sweetheart, talk to me,” Gray begged. “I want to understand.”

Part of him wanted to let this go, wanted to forget it all so he could tell Natsu about Lyon, so that Natsu could hold him and tell him that it was going to be okay. But the other part hurt.

“What am I supposed to say?” Natsu said, sighing. “Yeah, I—I found him. We’ve been talking a bit, just texting.” He paused. “I didn’t wanna tell you, ‘cause…

“Why?” Gray asked, watching Natsu pace to the window. “I would have—”

“You would have lectured me,” Natsu said, groaning in exasperation. “You wouldn’t have been happy for me, you would’ve just told me everything that could have gone wrong, and I wanted to have this without the…”

Gray leaned back against the couch, feeling like he’d been slapped. “The what?” he demanded, face burning.

“The worrying, and the hovering,” Natsu said. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the spot on the couch next to Gray. “I heard you,” he said quietly. “On the phone earlier, with Freed.”

Gray’s stomach tightened as he thought back to the conversation. He hadn’t realized Natsu was still home. “I didn’t—”

“You don’t trust me!” Natsu interrupted. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said you were,” Gray insisted. “I care about you; I just don’t want you to get hurt. What if he’s not safe?”

“You think I haven’t thought about that?” Natsu said, leaning back against the wall. “It’s not like I’m gonna go to his house or something. Sting said maybe he could come to the garage, it’s public, and…”

“You told Sting?” Gray whispered. Natsu trailed off, face falling as he watched Gray’s expression. “Wh…” Gray couldn’t breathe, and suddenly all the complicated feelings were melting into an anger that he didn’t understand. “You lied to me, but you told Sting?”

“It’s not like that,” Natsu insisted. “He was just—when my dad was texting, I was at work, and Sting was there.”

Gray shook his head, pushing himself up from the couch and walking toward the kitchen. When he got to the door he turned around, clenching and unclenching his hands while he tried to calm his breathing.

Everything was falling apart.

“I can’t believe you,” Gray said, letting out a shaky breath. “I wouldn’t have… I’m your husband, I’m supposed to look out for you, and—”

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Natsu shouted. Gray flinched at the anger in his voice, and when he looked up, Natsu’s cheeks were wet with tears. “Ever since we ran into Wendy you’ve been treating me like I’m gonna break. You told Freed you were checking my meds even after I told you I was taking them; you keep acting like I’m gonna do something stupid—”

“You did do something stupid!” Gray felt a pang of regret as soon as the words left him, but he couldn’t stop. “You lied to me, and you’ve been acting weird, so of course I’ve been worried. You…”

“I what?” Natsu ground out. “Fuck up? All the goddamn time? Is that it?” Gray’s eyes widened and he shook his head, but Natsu wasn’t looking at him. “You’ve been hovering over me like I’m gonna hurt myself, and I don’t need it.”

“You have hurt yourself before!” Gray shouted. “You’ve tried to kill yourself!”

He rubbed his eyes, trying to push away thoughts of all the times he’d been terrified, when things had gotten bad and Gray had taken time off work, and hidden the sharp things, and told Natsu over and over again that it was going to be okay.

“That was thirteen years ago,” Natsu said, voice tight. Gray could hear his shaky breathing and part of him wanted to run over and pull Natsu into his arms. “You always said… I…”

“I’m not going to apologize for being worried about you,” Gray said stubbornly, ignoring the part of him that was screaming, stop, stop before you say something you regret, and you can’t take it back. “I love you, and I don’t blame you for the way your brain works. But sometimes it’s scary for me.”

Gray had never said these things to Natsu – it had always been Freed or Ryos who had talked Gray through his own half of the times Natsu wasn’t good. Natsu didn’t need to worry about Gray on top of feeling guilty for his illness.

“I know I’m too much,” Natsu said quietly.

“That’s not it,” Gray insisted, wanting so badly to reach out and take Natsu’s hands. Something kept him back though – something hard and sharp. “You’re not—none of it’s your fault, but I get scared.”

“I scare you.”

“That’s not what I said!” Gray yelled, grinding his teeth in frustration. Nothing was coming out right, it was all mixed up and warped by anger and fear. “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

“It’s true though, isn’t it?” Natsu demanded. “I’m stupid and broken and I scare you, and you don’t trust me.”

“Natsu, I—”

“That’s probably why he left,” Natsu whispered, voice breaking. “’cause he didn’t wanna deal with a stupid, fucked-up kid. And one day you won’t wanna deal with me either.”

“Stop it,” Gray said. “Don’t you dare say that. I have always been here for you.” He looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “That’s not what this is about. You lied to me – to my face. I asked you and you told me no, and you told Sting instead, so what the hell am I supposed to think? Of course I worry! Of course I think you might be in danger of hurting yourself! It’s happened before, it’s not like this is some weird paranoia coming out of nowhere!”

Gray’s voice got louder with each word, with each fear pouring out of him, and he watched Natsu’s cheeks turn red as he rubbed tears from his cheeks. They both stood in silence for a moment, arms crossed as an angry tension filled the room. Disappointment and affection warred inside of Gray, and it hurt to breathe.

“You don’t understand,” Natsu said eventually, his voice breaking. “You... if you could get your parents back, if you could see your mom again, and I—I have that chance, a chance to get my family back.”

Gray stared at Natsu for a moment, heart breaking as he whispered, “I thought I was your family.”

Natsu’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare,” he said, voice low. “That’s not fair and you know it. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean?” Gray demanded. “’cause your dad’s never been here for you. I have!” A sob broke out of him and he wiped at his face. “Your dad wasn’t there when Don hurt you, or when you tried to kill yourself, or almost died in that fucking fire, or anything else that’s happened since you were eight years old.”

“I know!” Natsu shouted. “You think I don’t know that? He fucked up my life, and he wasn’t there, but...” He exhaled shakily, rubbing his eyes. “I know you know what that’s like, but... he’s not like Lyon.”

Lyon’s name pierced through Gray, hot and sharp. “You don’t know that,” he said, wishing he could stop crying. “What if he is? What if he tries to hurt you? I couldn’t...”

“You can't put your trauma onto this,” Natsu said quietly. “That’s not fair.”

The words hung between them as the fear and confusion from Ultear’s news bubbled up inside Gray. Something inside him snapped and suddenly the words were pouring out of him.

“It’s not fair? Seriously? You know what’s not fair? I had to pick up the goddamn pieces he left behind. You wanna talk about trauma? Fine, let’s talk about your trauma.”

“Pieces?” Natsu’s jaw was tight and he ran a hand over his face. “That’s how you feel, huh? I’m just a fucking… a broken thing for you to put back together? Didn’t realize I was so much work for you.”

“It—not you, you’re not, but it IS a lot!” Gray couldn’t stop himself now, and he backed up until he was pressed against the wall. “It’s really fucking hard for me. And sometimes—fuck, I get so scared, and I want to keep you safe, and—”

“I don’t WANT you to keep me safe!” Natsu yelled. “I’m not a child! I’m thirty fucking years old, and if I wanna talk to my dad, I can talk to my dad. You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I’m—I’m not, that’s...” Gray swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. “You’re not listening to me. I don’t want to stop you, that’s not—I just want you to be safe.”

“I AM safe! Jesus Christ, he’s not a serial killer, he’s just some guy who didn’t want his kid, and I don’t know why, but I’m getting a second chance at it. And all you’re doing is holding me back from that.”

“Why does it make you so angry that I care about you?”

“Because I don’t need your hel—”

“Yes, you DO!” Gray shouted. He was sure the neighbors could hear them by now. “You do need me, do you even—so many times, I’ve come home, and you’ve been on the edge, and I’ve held us together.”

“What, do you want an award for that?” Natsu demanded. “We’re supposed to take care of each other! That’s what we promised to do!” He held up his hand and pointed to his wedding ring. “Didn’t you say always? Wasn’t that what you told me? Or did you mean only when it’s not too much?” Natsu’s eyes held so much hurt. “’cause I’m never gonna not be like this. This is who I am, and you chose to marry me, and if you can’t handle it then…”

“I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it,” Gray whispered, shaking his head. “And I did mean ‘always.’ Name a single fucking time I haven’t been here for you. In fourteen years, have I ever let you down? Have I ever not left work, not come home from a conference, not dropped everything to come be with you?”

Natsu didn’t answer, covering his mouth and pacing away from Gray. He stood by the window and Gray took several shaky breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart.

“You lied to me,” Gray said, looking back over at Natsu’s phone. “I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, and if you had just told me, we could have figured it out together. I can’t… I’ve never lied to you.”

“Yes, you have,” Natsu said, voice soft. “You’ve never told me all these things. You’ve never said any of this shit, not once, and now I just—I’m thinking back to every time I called you when things were bad, and wondering if you were thinking, ‘here we go again, better get back to my broken husband who can’t function without me.’”

“You’re not broken.”

“You literally just said I was,” Natsu said, turning around and glaring at Gray. “You called me ‘broken pieces.’”

“You’re twisting what I said,” Gray insisted.

“No, I’m not,” Natsu said. “And we’ve both got shit, but you’re acting like I’m just this… this suicidal, self-destructive, stupid—”

“You’re not stupid,” Gray interrupted.

“Well I sure as hell feel like it!” Natsu’s voice broke and he swiped at the tears on his face. “’cause all I’ve been doing is fucking shit up. I can’t do anything right, I just—everything’s wrong, and I just—”

“Stop doing that,” Gray said, shaking his head. “You can’t just pull the self-pity card any time you don’t want to face your mistakes.”

Natsu glared at him.

“You screwed up,” Gray said, gesturing to Natsu’s phone. “This isn’t about trauma or being broken. This is about you hurting me, and you can’t just say those things and get out of it because you want me to feel sorry for you. I’m not mad that you’re talking to your dad, I’m mad that you lied to me about it.”

Natsu’s shoulders dropped and he stepped toward the couch, sinking down onto it and putting his head in his hands. An angry silence hung between them and Gray tipped his head back against the wall, breathing shakily.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want this,” Natsu said quietly, gesturing between them. “I didn’t want to fight, and I knew that you would be against it, and I didn’t want you to assume that he’s just like Lyon.”

At Lyon’s name, the anger rushed out of Gray, replaced by a wave of grief and confusion.

“Fuck, I can’t do this,” he whispered, then pushed himself off the wall and walked away.

~

As soon as Gray closed their bedroom door he sunk to the floor, crossing his arms over his knees and burying his face in his sleeve as he cried. He tried to hold it in at first, but it was too much. Loud, pained sobs shook through him and he pulled in on himself, trying to breathe through the suffocating grief in his chest.

He barely heard the soft rap on the door, and he managed a shaky, “leave me alone,” before burying his face back in his sleeve. Part of him had been listening for the front door, terrified that Natsu would take his anger and leave.

“I’m sorry.” Natsu’s voice was gentle and full of regret. “I can’t listen to you cry and do nothing, Snowflake. Please let me come in.”

Gray didn’t answer as the door slid open, and then there was a gentle hand on Gray’s arm and fingers in his hair. He shook his head and pulled in on himself as tightly as he could. It was too much.

“Gray.” Natsu brushed Gray’s hair off his forehead and tucked it behind his ear. He never called Gray by his name. “C’mon, baby, look at me.”

“No,” Gray sobbed, trying to pull away. “I c-can’t, p-please, it’s—”

“I’m sorry,” Natsu said, kneeling down in front of Gray and running his hands up Gray’s arms. “I’m so sorry and I love you, and I wanna talk about all these things without yelling, okay?”

Gray lifted his head up and peeked at Natsu, whose eyes were red and cheeks were wet with tears.

“C’mere,” Natsu said gently, standing up and tugging at Gray’s hand. “C’mon, come sit on the bed with me. Please?”

Gray wanted to pull away, but everything was slowly melting, leaving only weary tears behind. He let Natsu help him up, then curled up on the bed with his arms tucked against his chest. Natsu lay down facing him and kept running his fingers through Gray’s hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Natsu whispered. “I shouldn’t have… fuck, I’m so mixed up right now, and I’m sad and tired and I’m so, so sorry.”

Gray reached out his hand between them and Natsu took it tentatively, brushing his thumb over Gray’s knuckles.

“Lyon’s getting a parole hearing next week,” Gray whispered.

Natsu froze, then made a soft, sad sound and pulled Gray into his arms.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Gray, I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole.”

Gray didn’t say anything, just pressed himself closer to Natsu and closed his eyes. Even through the hurt and anger, this was his safe place.

“I don’t know how to feel,” he whispered.

“That’s okay,” Natsu replied, stroking Gray’s hair and kissing his forehead. “It’s okay, you can feel whatever you need to feel.” His voice shook and he held Gray tighter. “We can do this. Anything together, right?” He pulled back and wiped Gray’s cheeks, ignoring his own tears. “I’m sorry I said all those things, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my dad. I love you and I’m here for you, okay?”

Gray nodded, trying to hold in the sobs that were trying to escape, but eventually they broke through and he pressed his forehead to Natsu’s chest, shaking as he cried.

“I need you,” he managed through the tears. “Please don’t leave.”

Natsu’s arms tightened around him. “Never,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. We can figure it out, okay? I’m so, so sorry and I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” Gray whispered, letting himself cry while Natsu held him through the pain.